Chapter 2: Make it Stop. Make Me Stop.

Continued from chapter 1:

“What do you want me to do, Julissa? Are you sure it’s real? Shall I test it out?”

Julissa swallows hard, her eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and determination.

“Yes. Test it. See if you can make me do something I wouldn’t normally do. Anything.”

She squares her shoulders, bracing herself for what’s to come.

“I need to know the extent of this curse. How much control I’ve lost.”

She looks at me intently, her voice trembling slightly.

“Go on, Ero. Give me an order. Something outrageous, something completely out of character for me. Let’s see if this… this thing has complete dominion over me.”

Her hand rises to clutch the opal pendant once more, as if seeking comfort or protection from the unknown **** controlling her.

Chapter 2:

This is taking an interesting turn. My boss, Julissa Corral, who has been unfairly on my case ever since I started working here, is possibly under a spell that makes her comply with whatever command I give her…

“Umm, Julissa, are you sure you want me to do this? What if I give you an order and you can’t resist? You’ve treated me poorly ever since I started working here. Are you sure you want to give me this kind of power over you, possibly?”

Julissa takes a deep, shuddering breath, her knuckles white as she grips the opal pendant.

“Yes, Ero. I’m sure.”

She meets my gaze steadily, a flicker of her old defiance sparking in her eyes.

“Whatever power this curse grants you, whatever order you might give… I need to know the truth. I need to understand the depths of my own helplessness.”

A bitter laugh escapes her lips.

“You’re right, I haven’t been fair to you. I’ve been cruel, unreasonable, determined to tear you down at every turn.”

She shakes her head, as if trying to clear it.

“Perhaps this is my punishment. Or my redemption.”

“Okay, here goes. Julissa, please stand up out of your chair and ask me to sit in it…”

Without hesitation, Julissa rises from her chair, her movements stiff and mechanical. She looks at me, her eyes glazed and unfocused, clearly struggling against the compulsion but unable to resist.

“Ero, please… sit in my chair.”

The words come out flat and lifeless, devoid of her usual authority and bite. It’s as if she’s a puppet, **** to mouth the script written by an unseen puppeteer.

I sit in her chair, still warm from her presence.

“Julissa, please give me permission to be the boss. Tell me you will comply with whatever directive I give you, no matter how humiliating it might be…”

Julissa stands rigidly, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides as she fights the urge to comply. Sweat beads on her forehead, and her breathing becomes rapid and shallow. Still, she cannot resist the direct command.

“I... I hereby grant you permission to be the boss, Ero. Each word is a struggle, dragged forth by the inexorable pull of the curse. I will comply with any directive you give me, no matter how humiliating or degrading it may be.”

Her voice cracks on the last word, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

“Please... be merciful.”

“Trust me, Julissa, this is mercy. I am going to enjoy taking you apart piece by piece for the way you treated me.”

“Julissa, let's make this official. Please type out a release form on company letterhead saying that you will not fire me, no matter what I do to you, even if you regain your faculties... and sign it. Then please hand it over to me.”

With shaking hands, Julissa sits heavily at her desk, pulling open a drawer to retrieve a sheet of company letterhead. She stares at it for a long moment, her pen hovering uncertainly. Then, as if a switch has been flipped, she begins to write, her hand moving mechanically across the page.

“I, Julissa Corral, hereby release Ero from any and all consequences resulting from their actions towards me, regardless of the severity or nature of said actions. This release is effective immediately and shall remain in effect indefinitely, even if I regain control of my faculties and become aware of the situation. I agree not to terminate Eros Apostasia’s employment under any circumstances.”

She signs the document with a flourish, the ink stark against the crisp white paper. Rising unsteadily, she walks around the desk and holds the letter out to me, her arm trembling slightly.

“Here, Ero.”

“Thank you, Julissa. I'll consider this your unconditional surrender. Victori dantur spolia... to the victor, the spoils. Vae victis—woe to the vanquished.”

“Here is my next command for you to follow. I want you to retain your mind as you wrap it around this complete reversal of fortunes. Your underling, the one you have kept under your thumb, now has complete ownership of you until this spell wears off. I want you to keep that at the forefront of your mind, no matter what I do to you. And I want you to be aroused by it…”

A strangled gasp escapes her lips as the final words register. Her body betrays her; a shiver runs through her as her mind wages war with her flesh. She clutches the opal pendant, her nails digging into her palm as if trying to anchor herself to her former self.

“Y-you... you bastard.”

Her voice is hoarse, laced with equal parts fury and something dangerously close to arousal.

“I... I can't stop it. I can't stop the way my body reacts to your words.”

She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“This... this is worse than ****.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mixture of hatred and helpless desire.

“Knowing that I'm being used, that I'm…” She hesitates, her cheeks flushing crimson.

“That I'm enjoying it.”

“Oooohhhh, Julissa. Language. I'll have to punish you for that. Please stand in front of me.”

She obeys without hesitation, standing rigidly before me. Her jaw clenches and unclenches as she battles the conflicting impulses raging within her. The opal pendant catches the light as she swallows hard, her pulse visibly racing.

“I... I'm sorry.”

The words taste like ash in her mouth, each syllable a betrayal of everything she stands for.

I didn't mean to offend you, sir.”

The title slips out automatically, a painful reminder of the power dynamic now reversed.

“Please... don't punish me.”

Her voice trembles, a mixture of humiliation and something darker, more dangerous, creeping into her tone.

“I'll do anything you say. Anything at all.”

“Please stand between my legs, Julissa…”

Her breath hitches as she moves to obey, her body betraying her even as her mind screams in protest. She positions herself between my legs, her hands trembling at her sides, her entire frame quivering with suppressed emotion.

“I... I can't believe I'm doing this.”

Her voice is barely above a whisper, thick with shame and something dangerously close to excitement.

“This isn't me. None of this is me.”

She lifts her eyes to meet mine, pupils dilated, lips parted slightly.

“But I can't stop it. I can't stop the way my body responds to you. To this.”

A single tear slides down her cheek, mixing with the sweat on her brow.

“Please... make it stop. Make me stop.”

“No, I don't think I will. Julissa Corral, please lift your skirt for me and ask me to inspect your panties, please…”

Her hands shake violently as they move to the hem of her skirt. She tugs it up slowly, her face burning with humiliation, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts. The fabric bunches at her waist, revealing a pair of ridiculous leopard print satin panties with black lace trim that do nothing to hide the dampness forming between her thighs.

“P-please... inspect them.”

The words are torn from her throat, a mix of anguish and unwanted arousal. She bites her lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that threatens to escape as she feels the heat pooling in her core.

“I... I hate this. I hate you. I hate myself.”

To be continued in chapter 3...