A captive no more?

The past 24 hours had been somewhat of a living nightmare for Natalie. Her body had been stolen by the current girlfriend of her ex, not once but twice. Her body had then been used by her ex-boyfriend's new partner for their sexual gratification. To top things off, a temporary soul had been implanted in her body to take her place.

Natalie had regained consciousness sometime after the caretaker soul was in control of her body. She had tried to override it, but found herself powerless. Her body had gone about her usual weekday routine as she would until she arrived in the office. Natalie died inside as her stand in allowed her boss to grope and subtly humiliate her in front of her fellow trainee solicitors. She had begun to lose hope of escape until the meeting with Adam.

With all her willpower, Natalie had somehow managed to gain brief moments of control of her voice. Adam had heard her pleas but did nothing to really help. He'd suggested he would come up with a way of freeing her, but Natalie had little hope he'd return.

After Adam had left, the caretaker soul had mercifully taken Natalie home and away from the lustful glances of horny men. Once back to her flat, she had simply sat on the sofa as if waiting for a prompt on what to do next. Natalie tried with all her might to influence the caretaker soul's actions again, but only managed to frustrate herself. That was until Natalie felt a chill in the room followed by the feeling of another presence.

'It's that bitch again!' Natalie thought, recognising the feel of the spellbook's magic. As the presence drew closer Natalie knew what she had to do.

The instant she felt Helen's soul enter her body, Natalie used all her might to will herself out. Miraculously it worked! Natalie felt her soul being forcefully ejected as a strange rushing sensation, before feeling absolutely nothing. A few moments later, Natalie was aware that she had been propelled out of her flat, through the wall and into the street below. Thankfully, with no physical being, she was unharmed.

Natalie hated abandoning her body to Helen, but knew she didn't have a chance of winning a contest for control with her. No, she had another plan. Natalie quickly floated through the dark winding streets towards her target. With Helen in her body, the witch had left her own form **** to a hostile takeover. Even better, the spellbook would be left unguarded.

Finally, Natalie arrived outside Adam and Helen's house. She eased her spiritual body through the wall and into the house beyond. Natalie found herself in the dimly lit living room. The only light came from the television and a lamp in the corner of the room. Taking a step or two towards the centre of the room, Natalie noticed Adam passed out on the sofa. His mouth was wide open and he had a hand shoved down the front of his pants.

'Some things never change,' Natalie thought as she glided out of the room and up the stairs. As she had hoped, Helen's body was in the study, presumably being controlled by the same magic that had infested her own. Natalie was sure, however, that Helen's replacement wouldn't be as submissive.

Regardless, the new caretaker soul didn't last long. Within a flash, Natalie **** her spiritual self into Helen's body. She felt her being meld into every inch of Helen's form. Each sense started to flicker on until Natalie was feeling everything the caretaker soul was. She tried to assert her control and move, but could feel the temporary soul resisting. Natalie began to panic, thinking she had traded one prison of flesh for another. She focused all her will on shutting the artificial soul down until finally, with a snapping sensation, she felt it disappear from existence.

"Yes!" Natalie cackled. The ability to move of her own free will, even if it wasn't in her own body, was pure ecstasy after being trapped for over 24 hours. Natalie examined her stolen skin with probing fingers. "The bitch knows how to look after herself," Natalie muttered, "though she is a bit skinny."

The temptation to examine her new form was great, but Natalie knew she had to learn some of the spellbook's magic first if she wanted to eventually overpower the real Helen. She looked over the worn pages of the book and found herself more able to understand its intricate text than the last time she had tried. As Natalie read on, she suddenly felt a flood of magical knowledge pouring into her mind. The strange words needed to cast several spells, including the astral projection and caretaker soul spell, settled into her own memories.

"That was easy," Natalie chuckled as she felt this new magical understanding pulsating in her brain. "Now, let's take a look at this body of yours."

Natalie made her way to the bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror. Turning this way and that, Natalie was amazed by how light and dainty she now felt. Her own body was quite a bit taller and she had built up a decent amount of muscle from her exercising. Helen on the other hand was the definition of petite.

Natalie took a step closer to the mirror and gawped at her new face. Helen was frustratingly pretty, with a dainty little nose and not a blemish to be seen.

"I guess I can see why Adam was interested in you," Natalie reluctantly admitted. She took a step back and began to undress, first slipping off the grey t-shirt Helen had been wearing over her head. Natalie was greeted by the flattest stomach she had ever seen and, after unclasping a lilac bra, found two pert, pink nippled breasts. They were much smaller than her own but very cute. Natalie brought her now dainty hands up to her bosoms and gently teased the edge of her areolas.

Losing herself in the eroticism of exploring another's body so intimately whilst in possession of it, Natalie slipped off her trousers. She didn't even take the time to examine Helen's smooth, slender legs before jumping onto the bed.

Laying against the pillows, Natalie continued to play with her breasts. Grasping one in each hand, she began to knead them, massaging the tender flesh. Natalie didn't know if it was a trick of the magic, but the pleasure she felt from Helen's bosoms felt stronger than her own. As she continue to fondle them, she decided to return her attention to the now hard and protruding pink nipples. She pinched and pulled at them, twisting them in between a thumb and index finger. Natalie leant her head back and closed her eyes reveling in every unfamiliar sensation. As she continued to play, she began to wonder if Helen was tempted to do the same in her body. A buzz of excitement washed over her as Natalie thought of her own body being pleasured by Helen as she possessed it.

Satisfied with playing with her breasts, Natalie switched her focus onto what she now had below her waist. She giggled at the sight of Helen's tight little knickers with a dark, wet spot growing on the material. She had to take a peak at her stolen pussy, it seemed to be calling to her. Natalie lifted the purple panties off her crotch with an index finger and pulled them to the side. She took in a sharp breath as she saw Helen's pussy for the first time. Her lips were a vibrant pink, puffy and currently dripping wet.

Natalie enjoyed the wonderful sight of Helen's exposed sex, but wanted more. She reached down with an index finger and coated it with her wetness. Pulling her finger back, she marvelled and how it shimmered in the light, enticing her to taste it. Natalie popped the finger in her mouth and let it slide in and out over her tongue. She let out a soft sigh as she enjoyed the bitter taste which also seemed to have a hint of sweetness to it.

"Fuck you taste good, Helen," Natalie hummed.

Happy with tasting Helen's nectar, Natalie used a slender finger to gently stroke the entrance of her vagina. She moved her digit from the bottom all the way up to her engorged clitoris. Natalie shuddered at her delicate touch, but quickly grew tired of teasing herself. She plunged a finger inside her cunt and gasped in delight following the penetration. Natalie let her finger wriggle and work its way around her tight pussy. She could feel it contract and tug at her finger. It was almost like it was calling out for more.

Happy to oblige, Natalie inserted another finger. She began to be rougher. After all, this wasn't her body she was playing with. She forcefully pushed her fingers in up to the knuckle and jerked them back out. She almost couldn't believe how wet they were, and couldn't resist another taste. After licking some of the juices from her hand, Natalie began to trace small circles around her aching clit. She opened her legs wider and attempted to get her fingers in even deeper. She squirmed amongst the bedsheets and could feel herself approaching a beautiful climax. To Natalie's frustration it didn't come and she found herself wanting more than just her fingers.

Natalie looked desperately around her for something to use as a makeshift dildo. She squealed happily as she spotted a particularly girthy candle on a nearby chest of drawers. Natalie sprung up from the bed and retrieved the candle, before flopping back down onto the bed. She parted her legs again and grasped the candle with both hands. Natalie edged the candle enticingly towards her pussy, its lips twinging in anticipation. She took the tip of the candle and brushed it up against her clit. The contact made her moan softly and she began to tease the entrance of her cunt.

"Fuck me, thar feels good," Natalie whispered amongst shuddering breaths.

Feeling confident enough to insert the candle, Natalie rested the tip so it dipped into the entrance of her pussy and slowly pushed it in. Natalie let out a deep moan as her makeshift wax dildo slowly stretched her open. She found herself drifting into various thoughts of Adam's cock working its way inside of her and struggled to recall whether the memories were Helen's or her own. That didn't matter though as Natalie felt her eyes water when the candle would go in no further.

Regaining composure, Natalie gripped the base of the candle and began to carefully pull it out. The walls of her pussy seemed to cling to the candle tightly, not wanting to let it go. Once the candle had come fully out with a pop, Natalie giggled to see how wet it was. Easing it back in, she made some slow strokes with the hope of stretching herself out before she pumped in earnest.

Finally satisfied, Natalie quickly picked up the pace. She thrust the wax dildo into her vigorously causing a wicked squeal to escape her lips. Natalie pumped her pussy, faster and faster, with her eyes firmly shut. She found herself imagining being rammed by a well endowed man. One whose face looked frustratingly similar to Adam's.

"Oh, fuck me Adam," Natalie cried, giving into her lurid thoughts. She licked her lips and took a peek downward and gasped at the sight of her tight, borrowed cunt now straining wider for the candle. Natalie could feel her orgasm beginning to build as she shifted a hand so her thumb brushed her clit. Soon her body was gyrating uncontrollably, and she could feel she was almost at the apex of her pleasure. Working her clit harder finally pushed Natalie over the edge. She squirmed and wriggled on the bed, the candle wedged firmly between her thighs. She moaned out loudly in pleasure, uncaring if anyone could hear her. Finally she came to a stop; worried any further stimulation might cause her to scream.

Natalie's body eventually settled down and she breathed heavily for several minutes. Her stolen body sodden with sweat, the bed sheets clinging to her skin. Natalie glanced down at her unblemished skin which glistened in the bedrooms low light and sighed. She didn't know if it was because Helen's body was wired differently, but she was certain she'd never experienced an orgasm as violent as this one before.

Conscious of the candle still nestled between her legs, Natalie gently pulled it out causing a shudder down her spine. She held the wax column in her hand for a moment and considered it. How much better would a cock feel inside Helen's tight little pussy? Natalie chuckled at the devilish thought as she shifted on the bed to sit upright. She made her way gingerly to the edge and pushed herself up to stand. She wiped the candle dry on the bedsheets and placed it back on the chest of drawers.

Natalie turned to consider the state of the ravaged bed and sighed. She supposed if she was going to stay in Helen's body she would have to change the sheets. Not only that, but she'd have to share the bed with Adam. Adam. A butterfly formed in Natalie's stomach as she thought about her ex, or her current boyfriend if she considered whose body she was in. Was he still asleep downstairs? Natalie was tempted to go and check on him but remembered who she was supposed to be.

She had escaped the prison of her own body, but was now trapped in another way. If she wanted to maintain control of the spellbook unnoticed, she would have pretend to be the caretaker soul operating Helen's body. Unless... There was another option open to Natalie, but she was anxious to even consider it. Could she really face being in his body?