Debra knelt on the floor beside the bed, her hand quivering slightly, even though she was desperately trying to get it to move up and cast the counter spell.
Something had gone horribly wrong with her plan. She’d seduced Quinton at the party that night, and gotten him to take her back to his home, with the full intention of binding him to herself.
The magic was straight forward enough, and she had practiced it for weeks in preparation. It was supposed to have wrapped him around her little finger, both physically and mentally.
The spell should have given him the body she wanted, and the mind of a submissive cuck.
That would have let her do whatever she wanted with his fortune and power, letting her get what she deserved out of this world.
Instead, after a energetic bout of lovemaking, when she’d cast the spell it had been her body and mind that had been reshaped.
She’d felt her breasts swell, her waist tighten, her hair grow long and blonde and a sexy, tight, outfit wrap around her. She’d slipped out of the bed an on to her knees as her body simply refused to obey her mind.
Quinton had rolled out of bed on the other side and headed to the bathroom, she’d heard the toilet flush, shower start, and finally the shower shut off just a moment ago.
Then his footsteps came out of the bathroom, walked around the bed, and finally he stood in front of her naked, a smile on his lips.
“Nice try Debra, do you think you were the first person to think of this?” he asked.
She looked up at him and earnestly replied, “Yes.”
He gave out a big belly laugh and shook his head. Then he held up his right hand, a simple gold band on his middle finger that he rubbed with his thumb.
“It’s a reversal band… bounces back any ill intended spells to the user. Looks like you’ve become my perfect little sex doll now.
Her lips parted and the next words out of her mouth startled her, “Yes, I belong to you. I am your sex doll. Please use me.”
She fought it at her very core, but the spell was cast and it had remade her.
He reached down and put his fingers under her chin, then raised her up and then pushed her back on to the bed. She was on her back, her pulled her legs into the air, causing her tiny skirt to ride up over her hips, then he reached up and pulled her tits out of her bra before grabbing hold of them and slapping them.
She moaned and mewed, her breath ragged, pleasure coursing through her, until she felt him push up against her sphincter.
Her head popped up and her eyes went wide.
“Oh doll, you didn’t think my perfect sex doll would ever get its pussy used did you? No, no, no. Now that your ass is the perfect shape to take my dick, that’s the only way you’re going to have another orgasm every again.” he said with a smirk on his face.
Then he pushed forward and her head flung back as she cried out in pure joy as he pushed deep into her ass.
Inside her own head she was screaming for him to stop, cursing him, begging him, but her lips only made the sounds of a woman in the throws of ecstasy.
He pushed in deep, and pulled almost all the way out, sliding in and out of her ass over and over again. Sometimes going fast and hard, sometimes slow and easy, but always deep.
She could feel her body betraying her, the pleasure building up to it’s inevitable end point, her body quivering, her voice begging for more.
Then, just as she was as close as she thought she could be, he pushed in deep, leaned forward so his lips were beside her ear, and quietly spoke to her, “If that spell was as nasty as I think it was, I know you’re still in there Debra, fighting this every step of the way… isn’t it going to be wonderful to experience this every night?”
She screamed even louder in her own head, but Quinton just pushed back and got to work finishing the job. He pushed in deeper, harder, and faster than ever before and finally unloaded into her ass.
The orgasm that crashed over her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced and she lost conciousness at some pont before Quinton had even finished pounding her ass into oblivion.
