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A Brief MistakeChapter 2by Mistaken Identity
She disappeared out of the apartment living room. After a while
I heard a shower running. I considered my position. I decided I
had gotten off lightly with my attempt to hit her - she could have
done much worse than just slapping me around a little. Maybe that
was a dumb thing for me to have tried? On the other hand, what
better chances had I had? Now I was in her home, and the odds of
freedom looked slimmer and slimmer.
I looked around the apartment. Contrary to my earlier imaginings,
it looked like a clean, neat, modern apartment. The kind that
thousands of young single professional women live in. It was
furnished in a contemporary style that made no particular statement
about its owner.
I wondered what she did for a living. Did she have a normal job?
It was hard to imagine a witch going out at 7:30 every morning to
work as a secretary or an executive. Perhaps she somehow used her
unusual skills to provide sustenance. I wondered what other spells
she was capable of, besides the one that held me fast to my spot.
I tried to move, mainly as an experiment. After a huge effort, I
moved one of my feet about six inches. It took several tries, an
inch or two at a time. Again, it seemed to be particularly difficult
to initiate movement when I was commanded to be still. It seemed
a waste of time - I wasn't going to get far before she came out of
the shower and I would waste my limited reserves of effort on
trying. The best hope seemed to be determined non-compliance. I
had almost been successful at that on the street outside the party.
On that occasion, she had to physically push me to get me moving
again.
The shower stopped. I heard the sound of steps across the floor
and rummaging around in drawers. Then silence for several minutes.
I continued to stand in the living room stock still. I thought
again of just how much trouble I had unknowingly gotten myself in.
How could I have realized? Nothing in my studies and training had
prepared me for this possibility. Thus I had willingly co-operated
with her for the five minutes she needed. Five minutes! That's
all it had taken for her to secure my unwilling co-operation. Not
perfectly, but quite adequately, and now she was about to correct
any defects in her grip over me.
As I stood lost in these gloomy thoughts, she emerged into the
living room again. I was shocked.
I had expected the same kind of baggy capacious dress as before -
serviceable but unrevealing. A black cape and pointy hat had even
crossed my mind. Instead, she was dressed for sex. She had on a
dusky negligee that came just to her thighs. It was so thin as to
barely conceal what lay under it: skimpy black lace panties and a
bra to match. Below the negligee, black stockings were held up by
lacy garter belts. Black leather shoes with three inch heels held
the whole up off the floor.
All this apparel showed off that she really had a very good figure
- long shapely legs, a delightfully curvaceous torso, large breasts
standing proud from her chest, nipples erect in the still cool
apartment. Arms were shapely and almost hairless, but muscles
moved visibly beneath the pale smooth skin. And that face. That
strange, now beautiful, mysterious face.
"Like the effect?" she said, studying my expression. I don't know
what she saw there. I fully recognized that she was a very erotic
figure indeed, but I felt horrified at what this must mean for me.
It looked as though my faithfulness to my wife was to be the first
thing that followed my control over my movements into nothingness.
Horror was still the uppermost feeling in my mind.
"For sport, I'll point out to you why I'm doing this," she said.
"I can control your body movements, up to a point, but I don't have
any magical control over your thoughts or your emotions. And
certain instinctual bodily functions which go with your emotions.
So, if I want you to be sexually aroused, I have to do it on my
own merits. And, I do want you to be aroused."
She smiled again at me. She looked happy, as though she felt equal
to the challenge.
"Now, through that door, the bedroom is first on your left. Lie
down on the bed in there," she ordered.
I was beginning to guess where things were headed and I decided
this was the best point to resist. I dug in my heels and focussed
in on myself again. I devoted my whole mind to standing exactly
where I had stood for the last half hour - in the living room close
to the entrance door of the apartment. In the far far distance,
I heard a living room clock ticking seconds as I stood fast.
This time it seemed a little easier to resist the compulsion. A
faint hope was born in my breast - perhaps the spell was wearing
off and I might be able to delay the new spell long enough to manage
escape.
"Suit yourself," she said. "The living room will do fine. But
come over here into the middle of the room."
Damn! This second instruction caught me off guard as I was relaxing
from my success at avoiding the bedroom. I obeyed her and stood
in the middle of the living room. I had to be more careful.
"Stay still," she said. I knew that instruction was futile to
resist.
She came right up to me, and started to stroke my face while gazing
calmly into my eyes. Her 5'11" put her eyes on a level with mine.
"Look at me," she said. I obeyed, staring deep into her brown
orbs.
"I am about to give you a good time," she said, in a soft seductive
voice. "Relax, enjoy. Resisting me is futile in any case. Just
do as I ask you and enjoy the ride. Everything is going to be
fine."
She came closer, till her breasts pressed up against my shirt.
"Relax," she repeated. "Just do your part and enjoy what I'm going
to do for you."
I was not relaxed. I knew I was fighting for my freedom against
very difficult odds. Every time I had obeyed one of her orders,
my situation had gotten more desperate.
"Don't move a muscle," she whispered, her face still ten inches
from mine. I felt her hands at my trousers again. The trousers
dropped to the floor, and my underwear soon followed. All the
while I gazed into the deep dark eye-pools of this witch, wondering
what was held there for me.
"Please don't," I started to say. She just laid a finger on my
lips to indicate silence and carried on with her slow disrobing of
me.
"I will do what I want with you," she said.
She stepped back and unbuttoned my shirt, throwing it off my arms.
Then she knelt and pulled off my shoes, pants, and underwear.
There was a short mental struggle with each leg when she ordered
me to lift it - a struggle I lost. I didn't try too hard though.
I sensed that she was slowly losing her active control over me,
and I was hoarding my strength for a desperate attempt later.
Finally, I stood completely naked before her.
She disappeared into the back of the apartment with my clothes,
and came back out with a blanket and a pile of wooden boxes. She
laid the blanket down behind me and told me to lie on it.
I fought this instruction, but a sharp push sent me sprawling. I
sat up on my elbows, still fighting. She came over and sat on me,
and calmly pushed me all the way to the floor. I realized that
she was physically strong as well. She continued sitting across
my hips, staring at me. The sense of her body pressed against my
member with only a thin negligee in between started to have a
powerful effect on me. I tried to think of differential geometry
problems to avoid having any reaction which would only encourage
her. I was only partially successful. She smiled. I was starting
to dislike that smile.
"Now, I have you where I need you," she said. "Lie right there
till this is over."
My heart fell again. If it was really true that all she needed
now was for me to lie still while she cast another spell, I was
done for. I was now quite certain that the most difficult disobedience
was to move when I was commanded still. Her earlier spell did not
need any more co-operation from me than stillness. Then I had
complied out of ignorance; this time I would have no choice.
She rose from sitting on me and went over to the sofa. She arranged
all her wooden boxes in some order along it. Some boxes were old
and had strange writing on them. Others seemed fairly new. There
were large ones and small. Fetching several bowls from the kitchen,
she began to mix things from the boxes. Her body hid my view of
what was being used. In any case, it was tempting to admire her
curvaceous, lace-cleft behind rather than concentrating on procedural
details I did not understand.
After a while, she turned and sat cross-legged facing me. She
began to eat from the contents of one bowl. It looked like difficult
chewing. I could see fine pubic hairs sticking through the lacy
fabric of her panties. Next, she came over to me as I lay flat on
my back and sprinkled some fine powder over my face. It got in my
eyes and up my nose. I sneezed several times. The contents of
the third bowl were again spread around me in a circle - larger
this time. I idly wondered if she did her own vacuuming.
Next, she lit several candles and oil lamps around the room, and
turned out the electric light. Eerie shadows of her figure were
cast on the wall, while her body itself seemed doubly mysterious
and tempting in the shifting shadows and half-tones of the flame-light.
She lit some incense and a strange sweet smell began to permeate
the room.
At this point, she began the same ritual of shuffling around the
circle, muttering. My eyes followed her as best they could. After
going full-circle, however, the routine changed. Instead of a
lengthy silence and then a chant, she immediately launched into a
long monologue under her breath. This went on for a number of
minutes. At the end, it became repetitive - the same phrase over
and over again. Finally she stopped and was silent for a minute
or so.
I was wondering if the nature of this second spell called for her
to have sex with me, rape me in fact, as part of the ritual.
Perhaps this would be the final act of the spell. There must be
some reason for her attire, her manner, and for her disrobing me.
If so, there was some hope left to me; my task would be to stay
unaroused. She could not rape me if I was completely flaccid.
And she had indicated that she could not command me erect with her
current spell. She was very sexually overpowering, but surely I
could focus my mind on some uninspiring math problem and keep my
member down? If the spell needed me to orgasm, her task would be
yet more difficult - I was sure I had enough control to prevent
that.
She now confirmed my suspicion by stepping into the circle and
kneeling by me. She looked down at me for a while.
"Look at my breasts," she ordered. I wanted to resist, but it
seems particularly difficult to avoid obeying commands that require
a very small movement. My eyes had moved before I even formed the
intent to resist.
"Gaze at them," she said. "See their shapely curve through the
lace? Admire my cleavage plunging down into the black lace of my
bra. Would you like me to take off the bra?"
"No," I replied.
Laughing, she said, "I will anyway".
She first slipped off the negligee, stretching her arms up languorously
over her head as she did so - taking her time. Her fine breasts
stood out from her body. I still had to watch them as ordered.
I felt the first stirring in my cock. I tried desperately to think
of my differential geometry problems again, but somehow the manifolds
in the problem kept turning into pendulous breasts of pearly white
flesh as I gazed at her removing her bra. She stared down at me
as she did so.
"I'm having an effect," she chuckled. She reached out and very
gently caressed my penis as I gazed up at her chest. My penis grew
- slowly, but it grew. I fought my own desire as best I could.
She stood up, towering over me. "Look at my legs," she said.
"Gaze up and down them." I did as I was told. She slowly rotated
around, posing for me in a variety of fetching ways as I was forced
to look up at her slender and shapely legs. Teasingly, she removed
the garter belts and the stockings. She was very beautiful. I
forced myself to try and think of something else.
Standing gorgeous, in her panties and shoes alone, she stepped back
to me. With the toe of one high-heeled shoe, she began to gently
caress my balls. I felt my arousal grow, my resistance slip, one
notch at a time.
"Keep looking at my legs," she said. Slowly, ever so slowly, she
teased her panties down her thighs, calves, over her shoes, and
off . She stood beside me, gorgeous, statuesque, in only her shoes.
"Look up and down my body. Don't you like it? Admire my long,
slender legs. Take in my pendulous breasts, my erect nipples. As
I turn, examine the curve of my rear."
I was forced to follow her instructions and gaze at her body in
sequence. I realize that I was shivering with desire for her, even
at the same time that I felt deep horror over the way events were
shaping up.
"Am I not beautiful and arousing to you?" she asked.
The only truthful answer to her question was "Yes, you are beautiful
and arousing." However, I managed a strangled, "No... ," instead.
She glanced down at my penis, now fully erect. "I beg to differ,"
she intoned quietly. She knelt down beside me and reached for that
errant member. With one hand she gently kneaded my balls, while
the other slipped gently, sensuously, up and down my penis. My
erection began to go from full to straining. She smiled sweetly
at me. A brief wave of rage came over me. I wanted to rant and
fight and crush her. I was powerless to move.
"Not only do you find me arousing, but I find you arousing," she
said. "Seeing this six feet of manhood, or is it six inches of
manhood, here on my blanket, captively mine, is a tremendous turn
on for me. Here, smell."
She reached between her legs and her fingertips came out wet. She
held them under my nose - no mistaking that smell.
I realized that her ability to arouse me was a good deal better
than my ability to focus on other things. Not good.
"Look at my face," she said. Her ability to direct my gaze freely
whenever she wanted to was a tremendous asset for her. At no time
was I successful in resisting one of those commands.
As we looked at each other, she sensuously licked her hands
thoroughly. Her hands were themselves beautiful, and the sight of
her tongue flicking over and through them was erotic. I knew what
was coming too; soon she returned to her massage of my penis. The
huge increase in the sensation brought by the lubrication immediately
started to weaken my limited control over my feelings. As she
worked me over, she whispered to me how hot she was for me, and
how aroused I was for her. She directed my gaze again and again
to different parts of her body, telling me how much they aroused
me and how much I wanted her. She assured me again and again that
resistance to her was futile; if I just co-operated and obeyed I
would have a wonderful time. All the while her skilled hands
slipped over my penis, finding all the sweet spots on it, while
also caressing my balls and occasionally slipping between my ass
cheeks.
Frankly, I lost it. I lost the will to resist. She said, "You
may move your middle if you like, but your head and feet and hands
must not move."
She continued to work on me, and to whisper sweet dirty nothings
in my ear, and I began to buck around in response. I could feel
myself building to an orgasm. In a small, lost, corner of my mind,
I knew this was a horrible mistake - if she wanted me to do this,
it must be bad news for me - but she was too gorgeous and too
skilled and too persuasive for me to hold out, when I was unable
to walk out.
I almost came in her hands, but she slowed her rhythm near the end.
Studying my face carefully, she began to speed up and slow down
her strokes of me and study the effect. She quickly attuned to
where I was at, and was able to keep me hovering on the very edge
of coming. She tried different things - her finger in my asshole,
rubbing my glans, She studied the effect of each of these. She
learned what pushed me closer to the edge of the cliff and what
pulled me away. I am ashamed to confess that at this point I began
to beg her to finish me off with her hand. I was so far gone.
"Soon," she promised. Still teasing and pleasing me with her hand,
keeping me on the edge, she began to sing a low crooning song in
a language I didn't recognize. This bought me back to my senses
a little - I remembered what all this was about. My arousal began
to go off the boil. However, she was obviously expecting this.
I looked at her face and saw she was watching me even as she sang.
She began a tight focussed rubbing of my glans with her thumb,
while caressing my asshole with the other hand. This drained the
blood from my brain almost completely - I simply couldn't think
clearly at all. Pausing between verses, she ordered me to gaze at
her breasts - I was unable to resist the command even briefly.
Unable to study her face, but rather just gazing at her beautiful
shapely curves and proud nipples, I lost all sense of my strategy.
After a little more singing, she removed her hands and swiftly
flung one leg over me. Her wet pussy landed on top of my hugely
erect member. I felt the heel of one of her shoes dig into my
calf. I still had to gaze at her breasts as she slid herself up
and down the front of my penis. I regained my senses a little,
but only for a short while. The sensation of her slippery mons
sliding up and down my so-hard penis was overpowering. Very soon,
I was lost somewhere between my groin and her cleavage again. She
continued to sing.
This lasted only a short while. With a skillful flip of her hips,
my member was inside her. At this, I remembered again why I was
here. Through my incredible arousal and my overpowering desire to
ejaculate into her, I remembered what she was doing to me - if I
let myself go, I would probably be completely in her control
hereafter. Her singing was obviously part of the spell, and clearly
my orgasm inside her must also be an important component. This
was likely my very last chance to do anything about it.
I tried my utmost to resist. I started to try and get up from
under her. With a huge effort of will, I pushed myself up onto my
elbows. However, this did no good - she simply placed both of her
shapely hands on my chest and firmly pushed me down to the floor
again. She did this without missing a note in her song. Between
the spell, my arousal, and her strength, I could not stop her, or
attempt to get up again.
Still with her hands on my chest, holding me firmly to the floor,
her pendulous breasts swaying over me, she moved her vagina up and
down my penis. Such a simple motion, but given the extensive
foreplay she had already engaged in, the sensations it produced
were profound. It felt so good to have her warm slick wetness
surrounding me, pulling up and down. Part of my mind just wanted
to give in, to drown in the incredible sensations. Part of me
realized that she had worked hard to make sure I would be in this
state at this time.
I tried to think of abstract problems again in an effort to detumnify.
It worked briefly - I felt another wave of horror beneath my arousal
- but again she was ready for my attempt. The most incredible
sensation began in my member. She had switched to hovering on the
very end of my it, pulling in and out very rapidly, using the
muscles at the mouth of her vagina to stimulate my glans.
Again, I literally could not think properly. My brain was oxygen
deprived. I knew this was wrong and I should do something, but I
could not put together a long enough train of though to remember
what. The incredible sensations in my groin were too much.
The muscles in my buttocks tightened and I began to buck again.
She wound me up and up. I realized that I was vocalizing - groaning
loudly. At some point, I looked into her eyes again. A look of
triumph was starting to grow in her face, even as her chant continued.
I think she was beginning to be quite sure of me.
She stopped her rapid oscillation at the tip of my penis, and
lengthened her stroke over the full length of it. This began
driving me rapidly towards orgasm. My mind cleared a little. I
continued looking up at her, gazing right into her eyes. She was
still crouched over me with her hands on my chest, her breast
swaying with her thrusts down on me. She was still studying me
and still singing. I knew I would be coming in seconds, but all
the resistance was gone. I gave up - she was simply much too
skillful.
My orgasm started to shake through my whole frame. I have never
had one like it. It felt like every nerve in my body was afire at
the same time. It seemed as though my buttock muscles would tear
themselves from their roots, they were tensing and bucking so hard.
As the pulses shook my mind, my vision was covered in a red veil
and I could not see. But somehow I could hear her singing; it rose
to a loud chant, ending on a long note - almost a cry.
Slowly, the pulses in my groin died away. I began to regain my
thinking capacity. My vision cleared.
I looked up into her calm, smiling face.
"I won," she said. "Now you are truly mine."
THE END
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