THE
VOICE OF MAGIC |
by
Cactusjuggle |
"If you have to play your stupid
games, at least try not to make a mess okay?"
Wendy called down to us.
"I'm really starting to hate her."
Tracy said, turning to me.
"Let's get on with it then. Call
it in the air." I told her and then I flipped
the quarter.
......
Tracy and I had been best friends since
almost the day we'd met, a little bit more than
two years ago. We were both seniors in high school,
and neither of us had many other friends. We mainly
just kept to ourselves, although I had a boyfriend.
We spent all our time together, and we had no secrets.
When I moved into the area, Tracy was
class loner. That quiet girl that talked to nobody.
I struck up a conversation with her the first day
though, and we really seemed to hit it off. We both
had a lot of problems in our lives (or so we thought)
and talking about them to someone made us feel better.
I was in that rebellious phase, having just moved
and living with parents on the verge of divorce.
But my situation had nothing on Tracy's. Her parents
had died several years before in an accident, leaving
Tracy and her older sister Wendy alone. Wendy was
twenty-one when the accident happened, and rather
than move in with distant relatives Wendy decided
she would take care of Tracy. Between the insurance
money and Wendy's job, they had more than enough
to get by. When Tracy told me this, I told her she
was lucky to have a sister willing to look out for
her. That was the first time that Tracy ever got
mad at me. It turned out that she couldn't stand
her overbearing sister. She told me repeatedly that
she wished Wendy was dead.
My desire to leave my family, and Tracy's
desire to leave Wendy, drew us closer together.
We dreamed of moving somewhere and having an apartment
together. Mostly, though, we did magic.
......
It was Tracy that introduced me to the
occult. I had only known her a week when she told
me, matter-of-factly, that she was a witch. I didn't
think much of it, but soon she had me helping her
gather things for her 'spells'. She had this old
book, and I tell you she could really do magic.
To overcome my skepticism, she took me down into
her basement and showed me this circle she had painted
on the bare floor. Arranging five candles at points
around its edge, she sat in the center. She said
something I couldn't understand and the candles
lit! They just lit themselves! After I picked my
jaw up off the floor she showed me the spell book
she had found somewhere in an antique shop.
In no time at all, our high school had
two witches. As we found sources for more and more
of the required ingredients, we tried ever more
daring spells. But the one spell that was always
beyond our reach was the one that Tracy desperately
wanted to cast. Deep in the book, the spell explained
in old English how to gain the power to control
other people like puppets. The spell, if properly
cast, would make the caster's voice irresistibly
charming to anyone who heard it. The spell required
a wide range of odd substances, and days of preparation.
It also warned that "if the powyr is oer used
the wytche's voice shall be lost".
We searched and searched, and after two
years we finally had everything we needed to cast
the spell. It took us a month to inscribe the special
circle of power necessary, and to make the special
robe the caster would have to wear. We talked endlessly
of what we wold do if it worked. I mainly wanted
to make Tom, my boyfriend, go down on me. It was
something he refused to do, even though I really
wanted him to. Nobody had ever licked me, and just
the idea made me hot. Tracy, on the other hand,
only talked of all the evil things she could do
to her sister. We worked together every night and
soon we were ready, with one exception. The spell
required that the caster have been "anointed"
by having someone kiss their ass before the final
ritual. And you could not be anointed by an anointed
witch. It would have been okay if we could have
just 'anointed' each other, but since we couldn't
neither of us wanted to be the one left out. We
both wanted the power, so we had a problem. It was
Tracy who came up with the solution.
"Here's what we can do. We'll flip
a coin. Whoever loses the toss kisses the other's
ass. If I lose, I kiss your ass. If you lose then
you kiss mine. And then whoever wins can use the
power to convince someone else to anoint the other.
That way we can both cast the spell." She said,
digging a quarter out of her pocket.
Just then the door opened and her sister
looked down the stairs at us.
......
I lost the toss.
I helped Tracy don the special robe and
prepared the circle. The special candles were lit,
and Tracy stood ready with the book open to the
spell. She looked at me, and I knew it was time.
I knelt down behind her, and quickly kissed her
ass.
"Say *anything* and I'll kill you."
I told her as I stood up.
"Don't worry, you'll get your turn."
She said as she entered the circle and began the
ritual.
I listened as she read unintelligible
words from the book for several minutes, until suddenly
the candles flickered and Tracy straightened suddenly.
Then she let out a long sigh and smiled at me.
"Well, did it work?" I asked
her.
"It worked." She told me.
"How do you know?"
"I *know*." She told me, as
she set down the book and put out the candles.
Pulling the robe off, she motioned for
me to follow her upstairs. Excited, and curious,
I followed as she entered the kitchen.
Wendy was there, doing the crossword.
"Wendy, why don't you put that down
and come here." Tracy said, and I could *feel*
a difference in her voice.
Wendy just put down her pen and walked
over to us.
"It works, I can feel it!" She
said, turning to me.
"Wha-, what works?" Wendy asked,
looking slightly dazed.
Tracy quickly turned back to her.
"Wendy, why don't you stand there
and be quiet? You want to be quiet for a while,
don't you?" Tracy urged her, and I could feel
it again.
Wendy stood there, transfixed by Tracy's
voice. Tracy turned to me and grinned with excitement.
"It works!"
"Try to make her do something she
wouldn't normally." I suggested to her.
"Wendy, I think you want to get down
and kiss my foot, don't you? You really want to
make me happy don't you? That's it, that's a good
girl." Tracy cooed as Wendy knelt down in front
of her and kissed her foot.
Tracy looked over at me and smiled as
her sister knelt before her. I was stunned. Tracy
could really make Wendy do anything!
"You're a good girl aren't you? You're
just like a good dog. You want to act like a dog,
you want to make me happy. You want to walk around
on four legs, and bark and whine like a dog. You
don't know how to speak anymore, only bark."
Tracy continued in that enthralling tone.
Wendy started crawling around and barking!
"Shhhh. Heel. You want to be a good
dog for me, don't you? Now, roll over." Tracy
ordered her.
Tracy and I laughed *so* hard as she made
Wendy roll over, play dead, lay down, and bark at
her command. Tracy smiled at me as our laughter
finally wound down. Suddenly she seemed excited
as she turned back to Wendy.
"That's a good dog, Wendy. It makes
you feel good to be my pet, doesn't it? Now Wendy,
what do dogs do -- they sniff people's asses don't
they? You want to sniff my ass don't you?"
Tracy urged her.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter
again at the sight of Wendy, wagging her butt as
if she had a tail, sniffing Tracy's ass!
"Wendy you're a really authentic
dog now." I laughed.
At the sound of my comment, Wendy seemed
to pause for a moment, and Tracy looked over at
me sharply. I quickly stopped laughing under Tracy's
withering stare as she quickly regained Wendy's
attention.
"Wendy, remember how much you want
to be a good dog for me. Just concentrate on being
a good dog for me. There is nothing you want more
in the world than to be my pet and make me happy,
right? From now on I want you to only listen to
me. Good pets only listen to their masters. You
can only understand me now, you won't understand
anything anybody else says. It makes you happy to
obey me, doesn't it?" Tracy asked her, and
she barked in reply.
"Good girl. Now sniff my ass again."
Tracy commanded.
Wendy went back to happily sniffing her
sister's ass and Tracy looked over at me.
"Susanne, say something to her. Tell
her to stop." Tracy told me.
"Wendy, stop that. Get up."
I tried, but it was like she didn't even hear me.
"Isn't this great Susanne. Look at
her!" Tracy laughed.
"I can't believe this Tracy, it's
amazing!" I told her, and once more I couldn't
keep myself from laughing at the sight of Wendy.
"Wendy, I want you to sniff Susanne's
ass now." She told her sister.
I laughed even harder as Wendy crawled
over and pressed her nose to my ass! Tracy and I
both laughed for a while as I tried to push Wendy
away, but she just kept coming back to my ass until
Tracy told her to heel.
As I watched Wendy helplessly obey Tracy,
I couldn't help but think of what I could do with
Tom if I had the power.
"Tracy, let's do it for me now."
I tried suggesting.
"Not now, let's keep playing. Would
Tom be home now? I bet you'd like to have me try
it on him, wouldn't you?" Tracy countered,
and I didn't even notice that she was using it on
*me*. I just found myself thinking yeah, it would
be great to have her control Tom. A picture of Tom
kneeling between my legs appeared in my mind as
I told her that yes, he should be home.
In a flash she had him on the phone. I
didn't even have to talk to him, I just heard her
side of the conversation.
"Hi Tom, this is Tracy. Susanne's
over here and I thought you might like to come over.
You would like to come over, wouldn't you?"
"Okay, we'll be waiting for you."
She cooed, and hung up.
"Yes! It even works over the phone!
He'll be right over." She said excitedly.
Tom only lived ten minutes away. I looked
down at Wendy, kneeling quietly on the floor.
"Tracy, what about Wendy? What are
we going to do with her?"
"Oh. I guess this does look a little
bit strange. Wendy, come here girl." Tracy
called to her, walking into the bathroom.
Wendy crawled along behind her, and Tracy
told her to lay down and go to sleep in the bathroom.
Still thinking she was a dog, Wendy lay down on
her side and closed her eyes. Satisfied, Tracy came
back out and into the kitchen.
In a moment Tom pulled up in front of
her house. That was quick, I thought as he stepped
to her door. She opened the door, inviting him in
and he gave me a peck as I greeted him. She didn't
waste any time before she started on him.
"Tom, listen to me. Listen very closely
to me. You want to listen to me. You want to make
me happy, don't you?" She began and he nodded
dumbly, already under her spell.
"You like girls don't you? You like
our bodies don't you? What you really like is our
pussies though, isn't it?" She continued and
he nodded with each question.
"You would really love to lick a
woman wouldn't you? That's your favorite thing to
do, isn't it? You really love to put your mouth
down in a woman's crotch and make her happy. You
wish you could do it right now, don't you?"
She continued, and I was getting hot watching her
make it happen.
Tracy started to take off her pants, and
I couldn't believe it. What was she thinking? He
was my boyfriend.
"Tracy! What do you think you're
you doing?" I cried out, astonished at her.
Ignoring me, she quickly turned to Tom.
"Wait there, Tom. Don't move. You
feel very heavy, very tired. You can't move."
Satisfied that he would stay put, she
turned angrily to me.
"What is the matter with you? You're
going to get your chance. I was just going to try
him out first."
"Try somebody else out. He's *my*
boyfriend. You can have anybody!" I shouted
at her.
"I don't think I like this attitude
you have, Susanne." She said.
Attitude? She was about to have my boyfriend
lick her right in front of me, and I have an attitude?
I didn't like the way Tracy seemed to be changing
on me.
"Okay Susanne. If you don't want
me to, I won't make Tom lick me. But I don't understand
why you'd mind. You really don't like boys that
much anyway, do you?" She asked me, and suddenly
my mind seemed a little bit fuzzy.
"You really don't like boys at all.
What you really like is girls, isn't it?" She
cooed to me.
I really did like girls. I nodded my head.
"As a matter of fact it's me you
really want, not Tom."
Her. Not Tom.
"You've always wanted me. I'm the
only person that excites you."
Her. She's the only one.
"The idea of licking my pussy makes
you excited, doesn't it?"
I thought about licking her and I felt
myself heating up.
"You really want to lick me. You
want to make me happy, don't you? You want to serve
me, isn't that right?"
Serve her. I wanted to serve her.
"It makes you happy to serve me.
It makes your pussy wet to think about licking me,
doesn't it?"
I was wet.
"The only thing you can think of
is serving me, obeying me. Obeying me makes you
happy. You *do* want to obey me, don't you?"
She asked, and I quickly nodded.
I did want to obey her. Her voice was
mesmerizing. She was relentless.
"Please tell me that you will obey
me." She said softly.
"I will obey you." I replied,
and she seemed pleased.
"You *really* want to lick my pussy
and make me happy, don't you? And after you lick
my pussy, you want me to fuck your boyfriend too,
don't you? Tell me that you want to lick my pussy
and watch while I fuck your boyfriend." She
continued.
"I want to lick your pussy and then
watch you fuck my boyfriend." I said and she
smiled again.
"That's a good girl, Susanne. Now
you just wait while I talk to Tom, okay?" She
said, and I nodded.
She gave Tom the whole "you want
to obey me" routine while I stood there, motionless
and speechless. She led us into her bedroom and
then she undressed. She lay back on her bed with
her legs spread, and motioned me to come to her.
I quickly buried my face in her crotch. I wanted
to lick. I *wanted* to please her. It wasn't something
I had ever even thought of before, but I knew what
I would want done to me, and that's what I did to
her. I must have been doing the right thing, because
she started to moan as I lapped at her wet sex.
I was excited too, and the more I licked her the
hotter I got. Soon her fingers were wrapped in my
hair and she was bucking against my face. She shook
all over as she came, and her thighs clamped tightly
against my head as she shuddered and moaned. She
pushed me away, and rested a moment.
She told me to get up, and she did too.
She was flushed, and she had a satisfied look on
her face. She told Tom to take off his clothes and
lay on the bed, and he did. She turned to me and
told me to suck his cock. I paused, this was something
I was never willing to do for Tom, even though he
always wanted it. Sensing my resistance, Tracy quickly
overcame my spark of will.
"Now Susanne, you want to make me
happy don't you? And you really want me to fuck
your boyfriend. You want to suck his cock for me,
don't you? You want to make it long and hard so
I can ride it, that's what you want." She explained
to me.
She patted my head as I took his penis
into my mouth.
"That's a good girl, Susanne. Make
it long and hard for me." She told me affectionately.
She searched around in her night table
for a while as I worked on Tom. I began bobbing
up and down in his crotch as I felt his cock start
to swell in my mouth. Tom's cock isn't that long,
maybe seven inches, but it's really thick. Soon
he was sporting his full seven inches, and I was
jamming as much as I could into my mouth. I felt
Tracy's hand on my shoulder, and she told me to
stop.
"You've done very well Susanne. Now
put this condom on him." She told me, handing
me a condom.
As I stretched the condom down over his
throbbing cock my heart swelled with pride from
the praise Tracy had given me. It felt so good to
serve her, to make her happy.
"You're such a good girl. Now get
him wet for me." She commanded, and I took
his dry latex-covered dick as deep as I could into
my mouth.
It didn't taste very good, but it made
me so happy to obey Tracy. Once I had his dick good
and wet with my saliva, Tracy ordered me off the
bed. I watched as she straddled him, moaning loudly
as she guided his big cock inside her. Her wet pussy
slowly stretched to accommodate the width of him
as she took his full length into her body. She just
sat there, rocking slightly and moaning for a few
minutes. As she rocked, she told him that he couldn't
cum until she told him. She told him that he would
stay excited, and erect, but that he couldn't cum.
Slowly at first, she started sliding herself up
and down the length of his cock. Faster and faster
she pumped up and down on him until, with a loud
cry, she impaled herself on the full length of him.
Shaking and moaning, she rocked back and forth ever
so slightly as she came again and again. Exhausted,
she finally pulled herself up and off of him. He
was still hard! His cock stood out from him like
the trunk of a tree as he had somehow obeyed her
and not came!
"That was wonderful Tom, you're a
very good boy. You deserve a reward for that. Susanne,
take off his rubber." She told me and I obeyed,
with some difficulty. Finally I managed to tug it
all the way off of his still-erect penis.
"Now take him in your mouth."
I slid my mouth over the head of his cock.
"Tom, you can cum now." She
told him, and instantly his cock twitched. He pumped
load after load of cum into my mouth and she told
me quickly, "Swallow it." I happily did
as she wished, doing my best not to lose any as
I sucked it down. Soon his softening cock slid from
his mouth. I smiled with the happy feeling of a
job well done as Tracy told me, "Good girl."
Suddenly the was a noise in the bathroom.
It sounded like Wendy was crying. Tracy hurried
into the hallway, telling me and Tom to come with
her. When I got to the bathroom door, Tracy was
already inside standing over Wendy. Wendy was still
lying where she had been, but now she was moving
slightly and tears were falling down her face.
"Shit. It's wearing off." Tracy
said.
Tracy got down on her knees and looked
Wendy right in the face.
"I know you can hear me Wendy. How
did you like being my little doggy? I bet you really
loved sniffing my ass. I know that it's wearing
off. Well, don't worry your little head, I'm going
to make it last. When I'm done with you you'll be
my doggy for the rest of your life." Tracy
sneered at her.
"Wendy, listen to me closely."
Tracy began, and I could tell that she was using
the power again.
"From now on you will always act
like a dog. You'll know that you aren't a dog, and
you'll hate acting like one, but you will never
be able to walk and talk like a human being again."
She was being more direct now, but it
was clear that she knew what she was doing. Wendy
rose once more to all fours, and listened intently
to Tracy. Even though Tracy was directing the power
at Wendy, I could still feel it.
"From this moment onward you will
only be able to act as a dog. You will obey me,
and only me. You will still be able to think, but
you will be unable to disobey my commands. You will
do whatever I want, no matter how humiliating it
is. You'll crawl around like a dog, you'll bark
like a dog -- you'll be my pet for the rest of your
life." Her voice was amazing, you could 'feel'
it hitting Wendy, changing Wendy.
"Now you are my dog, aren't you?
You....ahhhhhh!......." Tracy suddenly cried
out, and clutched her throat.
Sinking to her knees Tracy looked at me
and her lips moved, but I heard nothing. And then
she collapsed completely, in a heap on the floor
next to Wendy. Left without instructions, Tom and
I stood where she had left us. Wendy, crawling around
like a dog, licked her face for a while and then
left the bathroom.
I probably stood there for about half
an hour before I began to cry like Wendy had. It
was wearing off. Gradually I began to regain my
senses. I remembered everything that had happened
and I felt so used. Tracy had made me lick her and
made me suck Tom off. As the minutes wore on I slowly
regained control of my body. I was shaky, so I leaned
against the wall and sobbed softly while her power
over me faded. Finally I felt like I could move
safely again, so I knelt down near Tracy and felt
her neck for a pulse. She was alive. I looked up
at Tom, and he was standing like a zombie by the
door the way I must have been.
I left them there and found Wendy in the
kitchen by the back door. When she saw me she starting
whining by the door, and I realized that she had
to pee. I was about to open it for her when I realized
that she'd would make a horrible mess. It took some
doing, but I managed to pull off her jeans and panties
and then I let her out the back door. It was a little
cold to go outside half-naked, but Wendy didn't
seem to mind. Wandering back by the bathroom, where
Tracy still lay unconscious and Tom still stood
unmoving, I began to think about what had happened.
What had happened to Tracy? Thinking about Tracy's
silent attempt to talk I suddenly remembered the
warning in the book about over-using the power.
That made sense, she had lost her voice! Would she
be okay? Would she have her voice back when she
awoke? And what about Tom? She had programmed him
right after me, but he didn't show any signs of
it wearing off. Maybe her voice became more effective
as she became more confident. That would explain
why Tom was still in the trance even though I was
fine now. If that theory was correct, Wendy was
in big trouble. I heard a barking noise at the back
door, and I rushed to let Wendy in before someone
could hear her.
Looking at Wendy as she crawled in the
door, a plan formed in my mind. I would need Wendy's
help though, that was the problem.
"Wendy, I know you can hear me in
there. Listen to me." She looked up at me,
and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
She could hear me! Now to get her to help.
"I don't think that what Tracy did
to you is going to wear off. I have an idea how
we can fix it, though. I don't know if Tracy is
going to still have the power to control us when
she wakes up, so we've got to move fast. I need
your help though. Tracy and I invoked a powerful
spell earlier. That's how Tracy made us do those
things. Part of the ritual requires that a person
kiss the witch's ass. When Tracy cast the spell,
I kissed her ass. I think that I can cast the spell,
I could fix you and we could get revenge on Tracy.
But I need someone to kiss my ass. Can you do it?
Will you do it?" I asked her, and Wendy barked!
"Quickly, follow me." I told
her.
I went downstairs, where the circle of
power awaited. Wendy had great difficulty crawling
down the stairs, but while she worked at it I quickly
prepared for the ceremony. I donned the robe and
entered the circle as Wendy finally made it to the
bottom of the stairs. Holding the book I motioned
to Wendy and turned my back to her. I felt her at
my rear, and it felt more like a dog touching me
than a person kissing me. I didn't know if that
would do, but it was going to have to. I began to
read the chant aloud from the book, quickly but
carefully pronouncing each ancient word. Time seemed
to stand still as I worked my way through the difficult
words written in a long dead tongue. Finally I reached
the end and it happened. I felt the power rushing
into me. It felt like I was radiating heat, I felt
so wonderful. And then it was over and I was standing
between some candles in Tracy's basement. I set
down the book by the candles and stepped from the
circle. I looked over at Wendy, and she was staring
up at me hopefully. I smiled at her.
I was about to try to use the power to
fix her when I thought about what had happened to
Tracy. If I didn't want to end up like Tracy, I
had better use the power as little as possible.
Briefly, I thought about not fixing her at all.
I never really liked her, and it was really funny
to watch her crawling around. It would be a real
pain in the ass though. Besides, a deal's a deal.
I told Wendy I would turn her back into a person,
and so I would. But I never said anything about
not making her my slave. I couldn't just let her
go, not with what she knew. Thinking about it for
a moment, I chose my words carefully before I spoke.
I tried to emulate the forcefulness Tracy had had
before she collapsed. I don't know how to explain
using the voice, I could just feel it inside me.
When I wanted it, it 'turned on'.
"Wendy, you are no longer a dog.
You can now walk and talk like a normal person again."
I said forcefully.
Wendy was fixed just like that. She climbed
crying to her feet and wrapped her arms around me.
"Thank you, Susanne. Thank you so
much. I thought I was going to be stuck like that
forever." She said through her happy tears.
"Don't thank me Wendy. Do you really
think everything is okay now? I can't just let you
go like this. You know too much." I said to
her, pushing her away.
She may have been a bitch, but she wasn't
stupid. Realizing what was happening, Wendy fell
to her knees before me.
"Please, no. I'll do whatever you
want. I'll help you. Please." She pleaded with
me.
I knew I could never trust her, but I
couldn't help but toy with her for a moment before
I used the power.
"You'll do whatever I want?"
I asked her.
"Yes, yes. I swear. Anything."
She begged.
I turned around, putting my ass in her
face.
"Show me I can believe you, Wendy.
Kiss my ass." I told her.
I had to laugh out loud as she kissed
my ass. She was so afraid that I would use the power
on her that she would humiliate herself this way.
It was so pathetic. If I was in her shoes I'd rather
just fight and lose than beg. Toying with her was
so much fun that I thought for an instant about
not taking control of her at all. But, I never would
be able to trust her. Oh well.
"You know, you really are a pathetic
little bitch." I laughed at her.
"Please Susanne, please." She
sobbed.
"Listen to me carefully Wendy. You
are my slave. You will obey me. From this moment
on, until you die, you live only to please me. It
will make you happy to serve me. You cannot resist
me. You will obey my every command." I programmed
her carefully, using the power and the most commanding
voice I could muster.
Was it enough? I hadn't spent as much
time on it as Tracy had on Tom and I, but I felt
like I had still exerted more influence than she
had. I looked down at Wendy.
"Who do you obey?" I asked her,
not using the power.
"I obey you, Susanne." She replied,
in a meek voice.
It felt so good to have her quivering
there before me. Now I could understand why Tracy
had abused the power the way she had. It was intoxicating.
Turning around, I roughly jammed my ass in her face.
"Kiss my ass." I told her, and
she did.
Just then I noticed flames in the corner
of my eye. I turned quickly and saw that the book
was on fire! A candle had fallen over onto it. Grabbing
the robe, I quickly beat it out.
I looked at the book in dismay. The page
I had just read from was totally destroyed. There
was nothing I could do about it, so I just set it
down and blew out the other candles.
Unhappy about the book, but satisfied
with my work with Wendy, I told her to follow me.
I went upstairs to where Tom was still standing
by the bathroom door. Tracy was still lying on the
floor. Glancing once more at Tracy to make sure
she wasn't moving, I put myself right in Tom's face.
"Listen to me carefully Tom. You
are now my slave. You will obey only me. From this
moment on, until you die, you will live only to
please me. It will make you very happy to serve
me. You cannot resist me. You will obey my every
command." I repeated my speech to him, using
the power to its fullest once more.
As I finished conditioning him for his
life of servitude, I decided that I might as well
make what I had done with Wendy a little ritual.
I turned around and ordered him to kiss my ass.
As he kissed my ass, I saw Tracy begin to stir out
of the corner of my eye. What excellent timing,
I thought to myself. As she came to, she sat up
and saw Tom kissing my ass. She tried to speak,
but she was totally mute. Her lips moved, but there
was no sound. It was sort of funny to see, she became
quite agitated. She started to get up, so I ordered
Tom and Wendy to grab her. She struggled but couldn't
get free as they held her before me.
"As you've probably figured out by
now, Tracy, you used the power too much and have
now lost your voice. Permanently I should think.
While you've been sleeping, I've taken over. I completed
the spell, with Wendy's help, and now *I* have the
power. The only thing I really wanted from this
was to have someone lick my pussy. And you couldn't
even let me have that, could you. Well, since you
can't speak anymore, we'll just have to find another
use for your tongue." I told her.
In a minute I had my clothes off, and
was lying on her bed. Tom and Wendy held her between
my legs and I finally got my cunt licked. After
she licked me to a series of explosive orgasms,
I finally pushed her away. Her face was wet with
my juices and her tears as I enjoyed the pleasant
glow I felt from her work.
"Well, now that I've had my revenge,
I guess it's time for you to join these two."
I smiled at her as she silently begged me not to.
"Listen carefully Tracy. You are
my slave. You will obey me, only me. From this moment
on, forever, you will live only to please me. It
will make you happy to serve me. You will never
resist me. You will obey my every command."
I repeated once more.
To complete the ritual I made her kiss
my sweaty ass, too.
......
To cover up the loose ends, I made Tom
drive home to his family and tell them he was leaving
home. I made him tell them that he was moving away
to California. He left his car there and walked
a few blocks away where Wendy picked him up.
I told my own family that I was moving
in with Wendy and Susanne. I'd talked to them about
it before, and it really went smoother than I thought
it would. I thought that I would have to use the
power again on my parents, but luckily everything
went well. I'd already stayed over at Susanne's
house a lot, and they thought that at least this
way I would be close.
I resolved never to use the power again,
unless I had to, with one exception.
......
"Merriam enterprises, Dolores speaking,
how may I help you?"
"You will connect me to Donald Merriam."
I told her, using the power.
There was a click and then it started
ringing.
"Yes?" A deep male voice answered.
"Who is this?" I asked, still
using the power.
"Donald Merriam."
I was now connected to the CEO of Merriam
Enterprises, a company worth more than six hundred
million dollars. I didn't have anything against
him, but that wouldn't stop me from carrying out
my plan.
"You will collect ten million dollars
in cash. You will arrange it in the next month and
you will not tell anyone why. You will be happy
that you are doing this." I ordered him, using
the power to its fullest.
I told him when and where he would discretely
arrange to have the suitcases filled with money
delivered to where I had Wendy waiting to pick them
up. I gave him brief but detailed instructions before
I hung up. After I hung up, I was a nervous wreck.
I practically cried with relief. I didn't know whether
or not I could program him without ending up like
Tracy.
It was late the next day before he was
able to deliver that much cash. Wendy and Tom had
just returned from the cheap hotel they'd been staying
at when I saw the report of Donald Merriam's death
on television. Apparently he'd killed himself with
his own handgun earlier that afternoon. Satisfied
now that my last instruction had been carried out,
I settled back and summoned Tracy to her usual spot
between my legs.
......
It's been two years now, and I haven't
used the power since Donald Merriam's death.
Gradually I'm legitimizing the money every
way I can, and I have quite a bit invested now.
I have a terribly clever accountant. Tom, Wendy,
Tracy and I have all moved into a new house in a
different state.
None of them have shown any signs of my
control faltering, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I live like a queen. Tom, Tracy and Wendy
serve my every whim. You don't know what heaven
is until you've had three people totally intent
on pleasing you all day, every day. The do everything
for me, cook, clean, drive. And the sex, the sex
is *amazing*. Three tongues and a cock for me to
do with as I please. And I do, believe me.
It's really hard for me, sometimes, to
keep from using the power. I don't really need anything,
but I miss the way Wendy begged not to control her.
It's really the only thing I don't have. Tom, Tracy
and Wendy are great, but abusing them is less fun
because they can't resist. Sometimes I think of
using the power again, just long enough to bring
someone here to the house. That way I could have
someone new to make my slave, without using the
power. I think it would be a lot of fun to have
a slave that still had a will of their own. I shouldn't
chance it, but maybe I will. I'm going to get another,
better, house in the next couple of years anyway.
Maybe I can find one that has an area I can convert
into a good dungeon. Oh well, maybe some day.
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