Your Spirit's Journey

You didn't know where you were. You just found yourself descending softly from the sky in those dreaded undergarments that had **** themselves on you and carried forward this dreaded curse. Your mouth, while empty in this world, still felt full with the possessed cock and its ejections.

Beneath you, you saw a crowd of people looking up at your undress and there was nothing you could do to stop descending- floating closer and thus giving them a better view. Once they got a better look at your physical features, you heard the crowd erupt into laughter.

"It wasn't my choice, okay?! I didn't choose any of this!" You tried to say, but you couldn't speak due to your mouth being..full...

Beneath you was a building, a portal opened up for you to pass through the ceiling. It closed after you passed through and you were set down on a floor before a throne.

A woman, startled by your presence, sat on the throne.

"Who is this pervert and why is he wearing my lingerie?!"

You wanted to defend yourself, but trying to speak only enhanced acknowledgement of what your possessed cock was doing back in reality.

One of the woman's constituents leaned over and whispered into her ear while her facial expression shifted from curiosity, to being impressed, to a sly bemusement.

"My my...." she said, "I knew my foes were going to try to banish me, but I didn't expect their seal to be broken by... a man..."

She raised up from her throne and walked circles around you.

"They chose that pair to banish me in, hmm? Shame it wasn't one of my thongs. That would have been really fun."

"Curious...." she said running her hands over you, "where am I on you? Your hand? No...your feet?....No...your face...? Your mouth...you've been wise to not snip back at me, but a wise man wouldn't find himself like this...would he? So that can't be it....interesting. im sensing thats where I am now, but not where I reside...." she thought about it and then a look of devilish delight appeared from her face as she slid her hand down and grabbed your groin, "Yes! There i am! Oh that is wicked...." she gave it a squeeze, "I take it I'm not making things easy for you. I take it I am making things...hard." she gave it another squeeze. "Wait a minute..." she ran her hand back up your body to your lips, "but I'm currently in...." she laughed, "that cannot be pleasant" she slid her finger in and out of your mouth, "burst....burst...burst..." she said with a sing-songy tone of giddy delight, "swallow...swallow...swallow...every...last...drop..."a hauntingly sweet sounding melody to say the words in.

You began to blush, this demonic woman was taking delight in your humiliation despite her never meeting you before.

"I can't say I look forward to existing as a cock," still sliding her finger in and out of your mouth with great interest, "but the possibilities of such an existence intrigue me....burst...burst...burst..." again with her little song,, "swallow...swallow...swallow...ahhhhh..." she pulled her finger out and cradled your face in her palm, "was that as good for you as it was for me?" She walked behind you, "probably not" and then slapped your ass.

She returned to her throne and sat down, "Cassandra...give our vistor here a parting gift."

"What would you like for me to give, your highness?"

She looked over, "the hair...its not fitting as a representation of me. Please provide our visitor with a wig."

"Yes your highness"

Before long a wig had been placed upon your head and the portal on the ceiling returned and you began to lift up back as you arrived.

"Its been fun! If I know myself ill be seeing you soon and often!"

You returned back to reality, "burst...burst...burst..." you heard from the inside of your mouth, "swallow...swallow...swallow..." it refused to exit before you did.

Coming to, you felt something tickle your neck only to realize that the wig came through the vision to reality.