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Chapter 8 by jaymac1337 jaymac1337

Does Stacy comply?

No!

Stacy resolved to not let a horny pair of bewitched jeans dominate her life. She was going to run her errands, then get home and lose this possessive tart. It would be a tough challenge, but Stacy was confident. Jezebel didn't know how to drive a car, so if there were limits to her knowledge, then maybe there were limits to her control, too.

"Alright, Jezebel, you win." Stacy sighed. She hoped her submission seemed sincere to the spirit as she drove to the grocery store. Stacy was just caught off guard by the ghost's control before. Now that she knew of Jezebel's existence, Stacy was certain she could overpower her. As she continued through town, she felt her gaze tugged to and fro by her enchanted eyelids as her passenger saw the outside world for the first time in decades. "Different than you remember?" Stacy asked curiously.

"The buildings are taller and the carriages are horseless." Jezebel said simply, even her casual speech oozed seduction. "But the men look just as hungry for what I'm serving." Stacy felt her confining top shift and adjust her boobs for her, settling them higher on her frame. Stacy shuddered at the invisible groping, as she realized the control Jezebel could exert without even moving her captured body. Jezebel turned their mouth into a smirk as she noticed her victim's discomfort. "I should say: hungry for what we're serving." Stacy's heavy eye lid winked at her as she drove. She found her gaze continuing to linger on the men they passed during the trip as Jezebel **** her to hold any eye contact she made with them. She tickled Stacy in all the right ways, and Stacy felt herself growing hotter under the possessive gaze of these men, just as Jezebel planned. "Do you see how pleasant I can make this for you? I'm happy you're cooperating." Her voice sounded full of pride, but Stacy only felt terror at the specter's intentions. "If arousal was the worst of her tricks to coerce me," she thought, "I could fight through her power." She knew herself to be too strong willed to be beaten by an ancient prostitute.

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