"The choker is controlling me!"

Cara screams out before the spirit of the choker can silence her. "The choker... is controlling me!"

"That's enough out of you, slut." The spirit of the choker tightened a grip around her neck, filled her mouth with an illusory cock, and went to work below her waist.

Cara collapsed to the floor, moaning in pleasure as her fluids soaked through her clothes and on to the kitchen floor.

"Cara? What's gotten into you?"

But Cara could not answer, her own moans becoming louder.

Her mother began to panic. "A seizure? Are you ****? Oh no..." She ran to drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. She got down on her knees and slipped one end of its blade beneath the choker. It took effort, but soon the choker was resting on the floor between her, it's grasp broken on Cara... for now.