A test of functionality

The man reached beneath the counters, pressing a hidden button. A heavy grinding behind Stacy signified the doors had been locked. A shiver ran up her spine, but Jezebel was sure to include pouty lips sucking on her tenting nipples and a long tongue probed into her wet folds, turning fear into lust. "Just enjoy yourself, my pet." Jezebel cooed into both her ears, and it seemed to echo through her head, deep into her mind. A small part of her almost gave into the command. It sounded so logical as it reverberated in her skull, but she shook off the mental intrusion. The man lifted the hinged counter top and beckoned her into an employee room. Jezebel happily marched Stacy after the man, admiring a lean physique beneath his suit.

The room was a square storage area, where extra merchandise was kept on high, metal shelves. A small desk area sat in the middle of the room on the far wall. The man turned the chair around and planted himself on it, spreading his legs wide. Stacy's eyes spread wider when she saw the horse cock straining in his tight pants, and Jezebel's smile spread wideest. Stacy fell to her knees all on her own as her legs buckled in, but it was Jezebel who brought her possessed hands to his knees and tugged her heavy cleavage onto his lap. Like a train roaring to life, the ghost slid her soft tits slowly up his lap, forcing herself deeper between his spread thighs, then slowly back down, coyly retreating. Her pace increased until she was sure he was fully ready.

"Let's see how practical these purchases are." Jezebel hinted, as she gracefully lowers his zipper. Stacy no longer had full control of her hands, thanks to her chain gloves, so she could only watch helplessly as her tickling fingers danced expertly along his curved rod, teasing his glands and squeezing the base with each down stroke. Stacy moaned at the electric feeling of his taut flesh on her smooth palms, each metal chain felt like a sensitive fold of her pussy as they rubbed between the two bodies. The worker's rod was now at full length, and the slut needed both bejeweled hands to pump him. Her whole body bounced on her heeled feet, shaking her huge knockers for his stimulation. Even in the confining top, Jezebel made them bounce free and uninhibited, making Stacy blush more at the heavy jiggling. Her sounds of lust were lost within her own mind, until a tingle spread across her face, and her lips suddenly followed her command again. "If you won't stay silent," Jezebel whispered to her, "then you'll participate."

Her noises no longer sounded exaggerated by the phantom, but sincere and **** from the controlled women. "Oh, God. Why does it feel so good?" She asked aloud. She was shocked but grateful to hear the man react to her words.

"I have that affect on women. Then go wild when they see this guy." He flexed himself in demonstration, causing his thick head to rub along the chains in her fingers, and Stacy felt a similar stroke across her gushing lips. As she tried to reveal her predicament, she felt a numbing pulse fill her ears, though Jezebel didn't start to talk to her. Stacy looked up desperately at the man.

"Please!" Stacy began, not knowing how long she could hold off the ghost. "I need you to cum on my tits." In Stacy's mind, there was nothing wrong with her request. It sounded just like she'd meant it to: "I need you to help me escape." So why was he licking his lips and fully lowering his pants? "Please, hurry. I'm such a slut." Against Stacy's words, Jezebel used her new hands to **** her heavy chest, mauling the soft flesh her fingers sink into. Surely when she told him "Please hurry, I'm terrified," he would understand her actions were not her own. The spirit's **** squeezed moans and whimpers from Stacy as every inch of her covered body cried out in need. Jezebel wanted her to fall to her temptations, but she wasn't going to fail. "Please, sir, use my funbags." Finally Stacy noticed the sabotage to her hearing. With each sentence, she had felt a throb in her ear canal. If Jezebel could make her hear things, could she change how she perceived all sounds.

"You did wonderfully, my dear, though your phrasing needed some adjustment Do try harder next time, or I will be **** to intervene." Stacy feared what the ghost had made her actually say without her knowing, and was filled with a grim realization: what had she been saying that she hadn't realized since wearing the jewelry? She could have been rambling like a hooker with Tourette's and she wouldn't know. This was just one more aspect Stacy had to concentrate on controlling, and her mind was growing weak to the constant sexual manipulation. She had to keep fighting, but she couldn't even trust her own words. As if on cue, she heard her voice, soft and needy against her earlobes.

"I need this man to fuck my tits." It was her voice, sincerely horny, like her erotic thoughts before she had been cursed. Her pussy ached, her nipples stabbed, and her body cried out for this man's cock shooting into her compressing cleavage. "I want to serve this man" her own voice urged her to follow her desire, and she could no longer resist. She opened her mouth willingly and begged. "God, please give me your cum." Stacy was **** to serve the man now, but Jezebel retained bodily functions. Now her slow teasing had another intention. Stacy whimpered and squirmed as the ghost slowly wrapped each finger around her tight hemline, tugging upward on the tight fabric. The horny stranger craned his neck to watch the pale curve of her chest crawl into view, and Stacy whined like a impatient slut at her own languid pace. "Please." She begged to Jezebel, though the man took it as a request to get started. As soon as her heavy tits overcame the support of her rising top, He lurched forward and sandwiched them together roughly. Stacy's throat cracked with a screaming moan as this aggressive man's fingers were not gentle, but she didn't want him to be. Her jewel necklace sat at the top crest of her cleavage, like the throbbing clit of the chest pussy he was fucking. Her legs quaked against the metal floor as she soaked her thong with her first orgasm. "Yes!" She cried, and Jezebel leaned the slut forward to pierce herself on his sword. "Oh God, oh fuck. Yes! Your cock feels so good in my naughty titties!" Despite a lack of lubrication, his wonderful meat slid between her boobs quickly and easily, each tit fighting to be on top as the thrusting cashier mashed them on his rod. Stacy usually hated being handled so roughly for such a submissive act, but being used was the hottest thing she could think of now. Besides, she was getting beautiful jewelry for it. Jezebel refused to let Stacy use her hands, forcing her to beg and pray that the man give her what she wants. "Do my big titties make your cock feel good, sir? I want you to feel good." Jezebel was impressed by her captive's performance. She was easier to manipulate than expected.

"Wow, I thought you might have been a working girl, but you've definitely got the skills. I love needy little sluts like you." The man grunted compliments between his thrusting and grabbing. His words felt wrong in Stacy's mind, but her ears tingled so pleasantly, she agreed with them. She was a needy slut, and what she needed was a chest full of sperm. Her cleavage was now slick with his pre cum, and her groin ached as she quivered toward the edge of orgasm. She begged her hands to touch herself and find release, but her captor was not allowing it, making her wait for the gentleman. Her patience was finally rewarded when she heard a high pitched whine from the man. His hands clenched like a vice on her pillowy tits, and Stacy's brain was cleared by the sudden pain. What had she just done? The gooey filling that pumped into her cleavage felt white hot on her skin and her own orgasm exploded beneath her. The spitting head of his cock poked out of its hole as more powerful blasts reached her chin and lower lip. The pulsing head bounced on the jewel with each shot, tapping on her chest clit and sending equal **** to her real clit. Her skin felt fantastic as his jizz dripped down her. Jezebel finally moved Stacy's hands, but only to milk his cock even more with her sensitive jugs. Her fingers sunk into her areolas as she juggled her knockers and they twisted her stiff nipples in glee. Stacy felt nauseous at her lewd display but, the thrill running between her chest and clit was overwhelming. Her attempts to speak became babbled ramblings as her tongue wouldn't stay in her mouth. The man pulled his empty hose out of her boobs, and Stacy almost felt bad to be losing it. Jezebel lifted her tired body to her feet, pulling her rolled up top back over her sticky tits. Stacy groaned at the dirty feeling, but Jezebel only smiled at the recovering man.

"I think that was adequate payment for my services." Jezebel decided, like she was the business in this transaction. He nodded limply and she turned on her narrow heels to leave the store. She reached beneath the countertop and found the release button for the doors, strutting her messy puppet back into the mall. "Well, my darling, It seems our outfit needs to be changed. This one is far too messy." Stacy finally has her wits about her enough to focus.