Inspecting Her Property

Ally’s body betrayed her. It put on a sexy grin and began to sway its hips to unheard music. It began to slowly peel off her sports bra one strap at a time, putting on a show for its owner. That owner was not Ally.

If anyone looked at her eyes, though, they would see that they retained their fear and hatred.

Celine regarded this scene impassively. “You think of yourself as straight, no?”

“Yes,” Ally said, her hips continuing to move in as seductive a rhythm as they could manage.

“Pauvre fille,” Celine said. “Was that the first time you have kissed a girl?”

“Yes,” Ally repeated tersely. With that, her arms finally pulled off her sports bra, pulled it over her head, and tossed it aside, fully exposing her C-cup breasts.

“Trės bien,” the witch said quietly at the sight. Her eyes grew hungrier as she watched Ally shimmy out of her shorts, leaving her dancing in only her panties. A sly smile appeared on her face. “If you are going to tease me like a stripper, you must do it properly. Come here and give me your best lap dance.” She glanced over at Lexi, who had been waiting patiently on her knees. “You may touch yourself, if you wish.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Lexi replied eagerly. Her hand immediately moved to her clit as she watched Ally be unable to prevent herself from walking over to where Celine sat on the bed and sliding her ass onto the Frenchwoman’s lap.

Ally’s body leaned back into Celine and began rubbing lewdly on her naked body. Her head leaned back over her tormentor’s shoulder. She could smell the product she had used in her hair, almond and lavender.

But she could still speak. “I’m going to win the Gold Medal tomorrow,” she said, “and you’re not going to stop me.”

Celine smirked and reached around to grab Ally’s breasts. Feeling the woman’s hands on her tits and bare pussy beneath her ass, Ally felt a warmth deep in her stomach. The last time she had that feeling was in that hotel room in Wengen months ago, when that Norwegian skier had taken his shirt off. She had never felt it with a woman, and under the circumstances she found it highly disconcerting.

As she groped her, the witch turned and whispered in Ally’s ear. “You won’t. Your dreams are mine now, just like the rest of you.”

Ally felt her hands pull down on her panties and slip them down her legs. Her bare ass was now grinding against Celine’s snatch. She could feel how wet this was making her tormentor. And that was, somehow, making her wet too.

“Why am I so horny?” she asked. She felt one of Celine’s hands trail down her taut stomach toward her most private area. “What did you do to me?”

“I did nothing to make you more aroused,” the witch replied. “Perhaps it is the competition, non? Or perhaps it is simply that you were always secretly, what would you say, a carpet-muncher?”

With that, she slipped a finger inside Ally, who gasped at the sudden invasion. This was crazy. She had been going back and forth with Celine all year, thinking about how to beat her, thinking about what she would do if she got her hands on her…

“No, I’m not a lesbian,” Ally blurted out. “I’m not!”

Celine pulled her finger out and held it up in front of the two of them. “Your chatte feels differently, ma cherie.”

“Chatte means pussy,” Lexi supplied breathlessly from the floor. Ally had almost forgotten about her friend furtively masturbating as she watched her.

Celine brought her finger, shining with Ally’s juices, back up toward their faces. She held it in front of Ally’s eyes for a moment before slipping it between her own lips and sucking off the taste of Ally’s snatch.

Then she laughed. “I joke, of course. Your feelings are yours, but I control their direction. I performed a sortilège. You might call it a magic spell. What you might have felt toward the object of your attraction, par exemple, a big hunky man with a huge cock, you feel toward me. Now I am the big hunky man with the huge cock.” She said this last phrase in her best mocking American accent.

Before Ally could process what this meant, the witch ordered her, “Get up and let me look at you.”

She did. Her body jumped off of Celine’s lap and stood in the middle of the room. Despite willing herself to do so, her arms made no attempt to cover up her breasts or pussy. It was a little late for that anyway.

The witch regarded her passively. Lexi jilled off while kneeling on the floor looking up at her.

“Shit, Al, you are really fucking hot,” Lexi gasped.

“Thanks,” was all Ally could think to say.

Celine casually gestured with one finger (the same one that had been inside Ally) in a spinning motion, and Ally’s body turned around. She was not used to feeling powerless, but she felt that way now. Celine did not even need to talk to control her.

“Mmm, pretty good ass,” Celine said. “Every skier I take is the same, you know. So many muscles. It would be nice to have a little pixie one of these days. Do you have a sister, Ally Lang?”

“No, I’m an only child,” Ally responded. Discovering she could, she added, “So you can fuck off, bitch.”

She turned back toward the witch and saw Celine giving her a small, polite clap and smiling. “So much fire. Perhaps I can use this.” Then her smile faded and her expression grew serious. “But that is the last time you will ever say anything like that to me. Your independence amuses me, but I must cut it out.”

Ally swallowed nervously. She tried to swear again at the witch, but the words would not come.

“I have a sister, Mistress,” Lexi volunteered. “You could take her. She’s a doctor. But… she’s kind of a butterface.”

She was still masturbating, though Ally noticed that sometimes she would stop for a moment. She was trying not to cum without permission, Ally realized. Her friend was near tears at the effort.

“Ah yes, ma petite Lexi,” Celine said. “I will need your help, so, hmm, let’s see. You have always had a enormous crush on your friend Ally, haven’t you? She has always been faster, prettier, more confident. You dream every night of her licking your clit, yes?”

“Oh, fuck, yes Mistress,” Lexi gasped. “I get wet just being near her.”

Ally looked at what her rebellious, independent friend had been reduced to, and most of her was scared out of her wits. Celine wasn’t just controlling her body, she was controlling her mind somehow, making her remember things that weren’t true. They weren’t true, right?

Most of her felt that way. But there was another part of her that made her cheeks warm at the thought. Celine was going to do that to her, she was going to make her feel things she had never felt.

Fuck! No. The magic was in her head.

“Now Ally Lang is naked in front of you, after all this time,” Celine continued. “Soon she will be mine forever and, if you are very, very good, perhaps I will let you have what you want. Just the thought makes you come harder than you ever have in your life. Come now.”

Lexi’s hand moved even faster on her crotch, while her other hand mushed one of her naked tits. “Fuck! Thank you, mistress, thank you. Fuck, thaaaaaank yooooou…”

The girl’s orgasm made her entire body shake. Her legs collapsed under her and she fell to the carpet on her side. As she did, a little spurt came from her pussy, sprinkling Lexi’s stomach with her own girlcum. Then another.

Ally knew what squirting was, but she had never seen another girl do it in person. She didn’t think she had ever come that hard. A slightly larger piece of her than before thought it might be nice to have an orgasm like that.

“Now,” said Celine, “both of you. Go and get the mattress from one of these cheap beds and put it in the center of the room.”

Ally’s arm reached out to help the prostrate, blissful Lexi to her feet. The girl still seemed kind of wobbly, but she dutifully followed Ally over to the bed. The two of them were easily able to pull out the mattress and put it in the middle of the room. As they did, Lexi couldn’t take her eyes off her friend, taking in her naked form hungrily. It was like a total transformation of their relationship from just a few words by the witch.

Celine just seemed so powerful, what was Ally going to do? She felt her pussy betray her and pulse with need at the thought.

“Good girls,” the witch said, and Ally saw Lexi’s juices start to drip down her leg again. “Ally Lang, lie down on the bed on your stomach. And Lexi, ma fille stupide et excitée, please go and get my bag. It is time for me to absorb this woman’s destiny.”