Samantha Receives a Life Sentence

"The court determines that you are to serve a life sentence."

Samantha started crying immideately.

"I-I can't go to jail! I can't su- *hic* survive there!"

"Shut up, baby. You're not going to jail. And I've had enough; you aren't allowed to cry after what you've done."

Samantha sniffed as she suddenly stopped crying. "Hey!" She didn't say anything after that, as the genie began to float menacingly. Golden text she couldn't read began to float around the genie, spelling out words before passing through the genie's torso like it wasn't solid before coming out the other side purple.

"While you and all your friends shall receive different punishments, you shall share the same fate: you will never get used to it."

Samantha gasped as a chill settled over her body and a sudden pain flared up on her left forearm. She found herself unable to cry as she writhed around. A few seconds after the pain had come, it vanished, leaving behind purple characters she couldn't recognize inside the outline of a purple heart.

"What did you fucking do to me, you fucking witch?!" Samantha yelled as she backed up as far as she was able.

"For you, my dear Samantha, I have decided to enfore a 'you break it, you buy it' policy. Anytime you are going to do or say something that will upset Hazel, your tattoo will give you a small spike of pain as it adds a tally mark below it and prevents whatever you were going to do. Once you have 3 spikes in a day, instead of merely preventing your action, you will perform whatever action will make Hazel the most happy at that time."

"WHAT THE FUCK! YOU'RE MAKING ME A **** TO THAT MUSCLE-HEADED FREAK?!"

"I'm not done. You see, it seems you starved the poor girl of any touch during your brief contact. I've put measures in place to prevent that this time around. Anytime you do not have physical contact with the girl when you are able to, you will want to be in contact with her more and more. Once you are in contact with the girl, you cannot be the one to disengage."

"PHYSIC- I'M NOT TOUCHING-"

"Finally, I've slightly modified Hazel's sexual preferences. Your looks are now that of her dream girl, and you will begin to automatically dress in a manner that she appreciates. I suggest you figure out her tastes and go shopping for new clothes very soon."

Samantha spluttered in rage as Al'Rinda spoke before slamming her gavel a final time.

"And with that, court is adjourned!"

The mortal's curses and rage fell on deaf ears as her surroundings turned into smoke and she found herself back in her house. She picked her phone up - the time had turned back a few minutes. The conversation between her and Hazel and Al'Rinda had disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this was just a dream? She needed to get out of here, just in case it wasn't. Her phone buzzed and she checked it out of reflex.

Hazel: Sam, I'm sorry for bothering you still. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I hope you can forgive me. I really enjoyed the time we spent together. I was hoping you could let me come pick up some of my stuff. The weights I brought over are expensive, and I can't afford to get another pair right now. Please? I'm sorry again.

Samantha's blood chilled. That was the same message Hazel had sent her earlier. This was not a dream, unless she had suddenly gained clairvoyance. She had to get out of there. Samantha tried to close her phone and ignore the message when she felt a slap on her ass and gasped. She had been spanked! She spun around, but no one was there. Confused and scared, she raised her hand to scratch her head and saw that the tattoo on her hand had a new tally mark below it.

"Fuck. Fucking perveted genie. Fuck me," Samantha whispered. She had tried to ignore the message. Whipping her phone back up, she drafted out a text.

It's okay. You can come pick up your stuff.

She debated adding more to it, but was worried about upsetting the girl and getting another tally. She sent out the message and breathed a sigh of relief as no more pain came. She immediately texted her friends.

Sam: something really bad is happening to me i need help

She didn't receive a response. Samantha started to sweat. Al'Rinda had mentioned her friends all receiving different punishments. Was something happening to them too?

She began to pace back and forth. As she did so, she realized how uncomfortable her jeans were. They were definetely not made for the kind of pacing she was doing. Going back to her room, she pulled them off and her underwear as well. It felt like it was rubbing against her for some reason. She went through her closet until she found something she thought would fit a little better: a pink skirt that she had bought a few years ago. That would give her legs a lot more freedom. Putting it on, she realized that she had outgrown it a bit. It looked more like a mini skirt than a skirt now.

Samantha began to rifle through her dresser, searching for a pair of panties that would feel better, until a knock came at her door. Hazel was here. She froze, mind racing. She didn't want to answer the door pantyless, but she also didn't want to get a second mark from making the girl wait. Hesitating for a moment, Samantha took off for the door. Her skirt should keep her lower half covered, and besides, she would make sure Hazel wouldn't be over for too long.

Samantha opened the door to her house. Hazel stood there, head hanging and hands behind her back.

"Hey," the girl said without looking up.

"Hey," Samantha echoed.

They both stood there for a moment. Neither of them said anything, until Samantha let out an 'eep' as she felt another slap to her ass.

"I need to be more proactive. I only have one failure left today."

"Um, you can come in."

"Thank you," Hazel mumbled as she ducked through the doorway. Her eyes cast around, seeing her clothes and possessions scattered around the house.

"I'm sorry about your stuff! That was all Alexis and Maria. They threw it all over the place," Samantha said, trying to stay ahead of the ball. She needed to get the girl in and out as soon as possible. She was already shuffling in place a bit, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"It's fine," Hazel muttered. She robotically moved around the house, picking up her clothing and possessions, before easily placing the large weights in Samantha's living room into her bag.

It took around 5 minutes to find everything. Samantha helped her get all her stuff, knowing where most of it was, growing more and more **** from her curse. Finally, all the clothes and weights were gathered up.

"I think that's everything!" Samantha said in a falsely cheery voice.

"I - I'm missing something."

"No, I think that's everything," Samantha tried to say. Instead, she gasped as another phantom hand slammed into her ass. Rapidly casting her eyes around, she looked for what had been missed. Her eyes settled on an innocuous pile of paper towels beside her couch. The fucking dildo. She had hidden the fucking dildo, and missed the chance to let Hazel find it unmolested in her own bag.

"Oh, um, the last thing is, here," Samantha stuttered as she moved the paper towels away. Hazel sighed as it was revealed.

"So you found it. Why did you take it out?"

"I'm sorry Hazel, it was an accident. Alexis found it while going through your bag."

"...It's okay. It's not your fault for what Alexis did."

Morosely, Hazel picked it up and sighed as she looked at it. She put it in her bag quietly, and began to walk towards the door. Samantha stood eagerly by it, ready to close it and hopefully have Hazel not talk to her ever again. If she could manage that, she might be able to avoid this whole curse entirely. She was extremely uncomfortable with how she was feeling, and could barely hold herself back from jumping onto the girl.

Hazel took one step through the doorway. Samantha held her breath. She just needed to leave...