First, a change in perspective!

Monica Fontaine sat behind the wheel of a cheap-ass Chevy she had rented and tried to ignore the way it made her skin crawl. She hadn't even checked the model or year on it. The only thing that mattered is that it wasn't her Shelby. She wished she could have been here in Shelby, but she needed to try and keep a low profile so that he wouldn't notice her, and with her sky-blue paint job, chrome accents, and deep, throaty roar that never failed to send a shiver down her spine, the '69 Mustang drew too much attention. So Monica had gone to a dealership and rented this piece of shit for the day. She supposed there had been other, more comfortable ones she could have gotten, but they were all imports, and a girl has to have some standards.

She hoped that approaching Madison like that didn't end up ruining things for her. It had been a risk, but she had had to know if the other woman's perception was being twisted by the curse on her. And judging from her cheerful demeanor, and casual disregard of anything odd or unusual happening to her, it looked like it was.

On the plus side, approaching Madison like that had allowed Monica to see that he had gained another victim, the adorable little Tess. That made three, counting the owner of the café he worked at. Monica tightened her grip on the wheel. She wouldn't run and hide this time. She wouldn't fail these women like she had failed her teacher and the other girls back in her senior year of school. She hadn't understood then. She hadn't realized why she had this gift, why she alone could pierce the illusion wove around these women.

She was their savior. Chosen by god to rescue these poor women from a degenerate who had sold his soul to the devil. No matter that his eyes sparkle like emeralds when he smiles, showing off a cute little dimple on his left cheek. Or that his fingers showed an impressive amount of dexterity as they had worked and mixed her coffee the day before...

Monica could only imagine the depravity he must truly hold within himself, to be willing to make a bargain with the ultimate evil for this kind of power. He must invoke this ability on poor Madison every night to try and sate his foul lusts. An image flashes in her mind of Madison lying naked on a set of white silk sheets, her chocolate skin standing out against the white. Arms tied above her head, feet bound to the corners of the bed, leaving her lady parts exposed for all to see. The ropes so tight that no matter how much she writhes and struggles, all it does is cause her mounds of supple flesh to jiggle and shake...

A shudder runs down Monica's spine, as the only thought to cross her mind is Disgusting. She was beginning to get impatient, but she had to wait for now. Because in order to save these poor girls, first she had to try and see what exactly he had done to them. She only hoped her Vision was strong enough to let her see it. She had been practicing with it as much as she dared ever since she had first seen the flickers around Madison. It had been a few days ago, she was out looking for a nice bottle of wine, when a familiar shiver had run down her back. And when she looked, she had seen Madison standing there, with her shirt around her chin, her full, pendulous breasts on open display for the lucky guy behind the register, and he had barely even batted an eye at it!

Finally, she can see her target coming out of the fair entrance, and she gets another chill as she realizes things are worse than she had realized. Because coming with him is not just two girls, but four. All of whom are surrounded by the flickers

Merciful God in heaven, five. He's already spread this curse to five different women. Monica had to be doubly careful with her each step, if he was spreading it this fast. She took a deep breath, and allowed her eyes to refocus, trying to find the spot where she could see beyond the physical.

Her practice had been paying off, as it only took a moment for the world to become awash in pinks and purples, the sign of her Vision kicking in. She only hoped it would be strong enough to tell her what she needed to know. She looked to the group of them...

There. Silver chains, bound in different ways around each girl, holding them firm, so no matter how much they fight, they can never escape his will...

Monica felt a slight shiver, and started slowly fanning herself with her hand. Using her Vision like this always made her uncomfortably warm, but opening Shelby up on the way back to her impromptu base would help, and if need be, she could take an ice cold shower when she got back. That always helped her feel better. But for now, she had to figure out what exactly the curse was doing to these poor women. She looked to Monica, her eyes tracing over the other woman's voluptuous curves:
The cat ears and tail. Obviously the beginnings of some form of ****, depriving her of her very humanity bit by bit.
Chains weaving in and out of her luxurious hair. Those must be responsible for its shifting colors. A lovely aesthetic effect, to be sure, but certainly intended to betray her thoughts and feelings, so she can never plot against or betray the Curser.
The cord of perverse beads around her neck. Clearly designed to ensure she will bend to his every will with just a word from him.
More chains feeding into her shoulders, and winding around her arms under the skin, just visible to Monica's special Sight. Curious, but likely intended to compel her to accomplish any perverse deed he may desire of her, no matter how difficult.
Chains wound tightly around her nipples, keeping them taut and firm, and ensuring that they are plainly visible for any who care to look
Monica's lip curls into a sneer as she sees the chains feeding into the poor womans midsection, stealing away her control of her own reproductive ability! He probably intends to use her as a breeding machine and nothing more.
More wrapped around her hands, which are clearly the ones responsible for compelling her to show off her gorgeous breasts to anyone he wants her to.
And there are some wrapped between each finger, which are clearly responsible for the fact that, even now, she can't seem to keep her hand away from her own nipple.
And more still bound around her feet, obviously with the intent of making sure she is always at his beck and call.

A quick glance at the others shows that they all have the chains around their feet. Interesting, he must want to make sure he can have his way with any of them, whenever he desires. She turns her gaze to the next of the women with him, with the long, shapely legs and the bottom like a juicy peach just waiting for a bite to be taken out of it.
She has chains bound between her legs in a manner that looks sloppy, but is clearly meant to make sure that her own body will betray her if she ever tries to escape him.
That fiend! He's taken over her womb as well?? How many offspring does this cur want?
Then there are ones around the poor woman's clothing, constantly seeking to humiliate her by not allowing her to have any form of modesty
More chains around her throat, hindering and twisting her ability to speak. With the ones around her legs, Monica suspects that he has allowed her perception to be unaltered, but ensured she can never call him out on it or run away.

Monica unbuttons the top button on her blouse, the warmth from her Vision getting worse, and starts tugging at the collar for a little extra airflow. She has to endure though, until she has seen what he has done to them all though. She looks to the Amazonian goddess accompanying them next.
She has the same chains feeding through her shoulders as Madison. Curious, perhaps he uses the two of them as some kind of enforcers, making sure that any women he tries to spread this to are unable to escape him.
Then more wrapped around her toned, athletic torso, clearly repelling any clothing he doesn't approve of.
Then a set wrapped around her luscious, thick thighs. She scoffs at the irony of him expecting a goddess to worship him.

Monica's breathing is getting heavy, and she licks her dry lips. She is nearing the end of her endurance, but she has almost finished. She turns her eyes to the precious little Tess, and her blood runs cold. _Good God in Heaven, what is h_e doing to the poor thing?
Chains bound around her legs, clearly to ensure that no one but him can ever feel their silky smoothness
More around her hips, which are responsible for the come-hither sway to her walk
Then feeding into her lips, clearly to ensure she will eagerly use them with anyone who comes along.
Wrapped around her tongue, responsible for the way she gave a teasing lick to everything entering her cute mouth, implying what else she could be using it for
More still weaving through her hair, making it impossible to ignore
But the worst of all? She had a chain feeding directly into her head, which seemed to be altering the very way it functioned. Monica could only assume the intent was to turn the precious, innocent thing into a depraved, sex fiend like him.

Filled with a righteous fury, Monica looked to Mathew, only to find something she had never expected. In addition to the chains around his wrist, binding him to each of those he had spread this curse to, he had others around him.
One feeding into his pelvis and around his not-unimpressive manhood, probably to ensure that he can go on all day and all night, pushing these women to satisfy his insatiable lusts until they have nothing left to give
But most curious of all, are the chains extending from his back and waving around in the air. She's uncertain what those are for, until a young woman wearing a short skirt happens to walk past them, going the other way. She sees him glance at her, and as he does, a chain whips out and flips her skirt up, imitating a gust of wind, exposing her blue and white striped panties for him to see. Another fury descends upon Monica, as she realizes that he has found a way to employ the curse to even affect women he hasn't placed it upon, ensuring no one is safe from his perversions.

As their group turns a corner down another street, Monica allows her Vision to fade, then leans back in the seat for a moment, panting heavily from the exertion of holding it for so long. Then she turns the engine on, cranks the AC to max, and heads back to the dealership. It was time to get her Shelby back.

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Author's Note: Forgot to include this with my original post. Two things.

Firstly, if any of my readers are big car fans, especially classic muscle cars, please message me. I am not a car person myself, and my google-fu is failing me hardcore to get the answers I need to find for Monica's car. For the record, it's a 1969 Shelby Mustang GT 350, with a 5.8L V8 Hemingford and 4-speed standard transmission.

And second, I have decided that, at some point in the foreseeable future, Maddie is going to get access to a modified version of Gem Ladies, designed so that when she wins games, Matt gets extra gems based off her final score, but if she loses, then he has to pick a punishment for her. However, I need things to use as punishments for when she uses it, so I've decided to crowdsource it! If you have one you want to see, PM me with it. I promise I will answer each message as soon as I can, and I will consider each one equally, so long as it follows my one rule. They can't alter her basic body type (in this case, chubby). I'm trying to push for body positivity in this branch, and it's kind of hard to do that when you open the door to give each girl whatever body type you want.