Dominate Sandy

The wand had come to her for a reason! It was hers to do whatever the hell she wanted with it!

Amy grinned cruelly at Sandy. “Sandy, Sandy… You are such a tease! You took your bra off and paraded yourself around in your panties for me, then sucked my nipple so skillfully for half an hour! I don’t know if girls can get blue balls, exactly, but that was not fair! But maybe you’ve forgotten that I’m the one holding a powerful magical artefact! I have the power of stuck at my fingertips! Oh, I’m going to make some stuck happen… a LOT of stuck! And whether it’s fun stuck or nasty stuck is up to you, so maybe you should be nice to me.”

“Amy… please…”

“But fine. You want to keep your underwear on? You want to stay in that chair? Then you can! Labia stuck!”

“WHAT? What did you…”

Sandy tried to lift herself up again, and immediately discovered exactly what Amy had done. Now, it wasn’t just the crotch of her underwear that stayed stuck to the chair. As Sandy’s underwear stretched away from her once again, Amy caught another glimpse of what she was hiding underneath. Those beautifully plump outer lips of hers were stretching downward like elastic, stuck to the seat of her chair like a tongue to a flagpole, right on the other side of her underwear. She gave a few yanks, but of course it was hopeless. She brought her hands between her legs and fiddled with herself, but accomplished nothing whatsoever.

“Damn it, Amy! Not funny!"

Sandy gave up trying to pull her vagina lips free and shut her knees tightly to at least block Amy’s lustful gaze. She laid her arms down on the thick, sturdy armrests of her chair and stared back up at Amy with a terrified look on her face.

“Arms stuck,” Amy ordered.

“Hey!”

She tried to lift up her arms, but the soft flesh on the underside of her forearms was now welded to the armrests. Even though Amy had not used stretchy stuck, the tender flesh easily stretched a couple of inches as the tugged and yanked.

“Feet stuck.”

“What? NO! NOOO!” Sandy tried to lift up her feet, but they had instantly stuck to the floor through her stockings. She sat there and thrashed around for a minute or two before seeming to understand it was hopeless.

“I told you, Sandy. I’m going to make a… LOT… of stuck happen to you, and this is only the beginning. Here’s where you can make it up to me for all that teasing you did. Here’s where you can decide what kind of stuck we get to play with from here on out: fun, or not so fun… for you.”

Amy set the wand down on the endtable, tantalizingly out of reach of Sandy. Then, she faced Sandy, stood up straight, and slid her underwear down her legs. When she stood up, she was in nothing but her socks.

Then, she slowly stepped closer. She lifted her left leg up and set her foot down on the chair, giving Sandy a good view of her goods.

“What do you say? You give me something sweet, and I'll release a few parts of you."

“No, Amy. How about you release me because I told you I'm done with this and I don't want to play anymore!"

“Fine! I guess you’ve made your decision, then.” Amy stepped off the chair and retrieved her wand. “Well, I suppose if your mouth isn’t useful for anything but annoying me… Lips stuck!”

Sandy tried to open her mouth. “Mmmm, MMMMMM!”

Amy just watched for several minutes as the poor girl struggled and struggled. She flexed her jaw, trying to open her mouth, but her lips were sealed together with cosmic ****! She tugged at her arms, her feet, and even her pussy. Amy only stood there, not a bit bothered by her nakedness, while she watched and occasionally teased Sandy, pondering just what tricks she’d like to perform next. She toyed with the wand, occasionally sticking her fingers together and unsticking them, and the like. She could do it with little more than a thought at this point.

But eventually, Sandy’s demeanor changed. Suddenly, she looked almost hopeful, and began struggling with renewed effort. What was going on with her? Over and over again, she tugged at her lips with her jaw. Soon, much to Amy’s disbelief, a small hole appeared at the center of her lips. She tugged harder, and little by little, the hole widened.

“What? How are you doing that? LIPS STUCK!!!”

Sandy’s lips sealed once again. But again, she managed to open up that hole, even quicker than the last time. Amy looked down at her wand. Was it losing power? But as she examined the wand, the felt that angry, hair-raising aura once more, this time stronger than ever! Whatever impending disaster it had been warning her about before… it was here!

“NO! LIPS STUCK!” she screamed, desperately, trying to regain control. “Lips stuck FAST!!! Can’t be opened!”

Her lips resealed, but began to peel apart again almost immediately. Finally, with a yank of her jaw somewhat reminiscent of a yawn, Sandy’s lips peeled apart all the way. She began tugging at her arms. Little by little, the soft flesh of her forearms peeled away from the sturdy wooden armrests. It came away clean, leaving nothing behind. Sandy made considerable progress before she finally had to stop to catch her breath. While Sandy rested, Amy struck again!

“Lips stuck!” Amy repeated.

Nothing happened. She held the wand out authoritatively, pointing it at her like a weapon.

“I said… lip… mmmmmm? MMMMMMM!!! HMMMMmmmMMMMM!!!”

Amy’s left hand shot up to her mouth and felt her lips. Her own lips had sealed themselves shut! ‘No, not mine! Hers!’ she tried to yell at the insubordinate stick, but of course all that came out was more muffled grunts.

Sandy began struggling again, and managed to pull one of her arms loose. Amy pointed the wand at her own face. ‘Unstuck!’ she thought to herself, trying to mentally command the wand. ‘Lips unstuck!’ The wand wasn’t listening to her.

Sandy worked her other arm free. She then braced her hands against the armrests, gritted her teeth in anticipation of pain, and yanked her body upward as hard as she could. With a PLOC! her pussy lips, along with her underwear, ripped themselves free of the chair. There appeared to be no pain. Sandy began tugging at her feet. It was only a matter of time before she was free. Amy waved the wand at her, envisioning every sort of restraint she could, but nothing at all happened! Amy dropped the useless stick to the floor and tried to make a lunge at Sandy. That was when she discovered her feet were stuck to the floor! What was happening? Amy flailed her arms, and barely managed to remain standing.

Sandy finally ripped her feet free. Amy made a grab at her, but Sandy slipped out of her reach. She grabbed her dress and threw it over herself, not even bothering with her bra. She then stepped into the quickest footwear she could find, a pair of rainboots, grabbed her purse, and ran out the door, screaming for help.

The door slammed shut behind her, and all was quiet except for the air rushing in and out of Amy’s nose. Amy tried to contemplate what kind of trouble she was in. Was Sandy going to go to the police? There was a good chance of that. The police were probably already looking for her after her stunt at the coffee shop. Why hadn’t she kept herself hidden? Idiot!

She needed to get out of there, and fast! Well, Sandy had pulled her body parts free. Maybe Amy could, too. She gave a yank on one foot, but the pad of her foot seemed welded in place, through her sock, even though the carpet to the floorboards underneath. She braced herself, getting ready to pull hard.

But when she pulled, her foot came free almost too easily. In fact, her other foot had come free all on its own! With nothing to pull against, the **** of her jerk sent her stumbling forward toward Sandy’s chair.

Amy managed to catch herself on the large, bulky armrest. But she stopped herself just in time to let her bare crotch rub up against the rounded end of the armrest. And as she pulled away from it…

She felt a tug on her vaginal lips!

“MMMMMM!” she screamed! ‘No, no, NOOOO!’ she pleaded inside her head!

She looked down and saw those lovely folds of skin of hers were stretched out and stuck to the top of the armrest like wads of chewed gum! She tried to pull her crotch away from the chair, but all this did was stretch her labia even farther! She gave a few **** yanks, but it availed nothing at all. She tried to pick up the chair and drag it to where she might find something to cut herself loose with, but found the chair to be completely immovable! Was it too heavy? Or was the chair now stuck to the floor?

****, knowing her very freedom depended on it, she put one foot up on the seat of the chair and pushed off hard! Her lips stretched several inches out from her crotch, but it wasn’t the stretchy kind of stuck, so that was as far as all her human strength could get her.

“MMMMM MMM MMMMMMM!!!” she screamed, as she tugged with all her might! She was so terrified she would gladly have torn her skin to get free, but the magic wouldn’t even allow that! Her vagina was stuck to the chair beyond mortal strength! She gave up on that and tried to pry her mouth open once again. But she couldn’t even peel a pin-sized hole open. She was absolutely helpless! She was fucked!

***

Several minutes later, there came a loud, authoritative knock. “Open up! Police!”

Amy’s heart sank into her stomach. This was it. She turned to face the door, twisting her pussy lips a quarter turn as she did. She knew she could not reach the door to answer it. She couldn’t even respond with words, so she waited, forlorn, for the inevitable to happen. A second later, the front door flew open, and several officers barged in with their guns drawn. Amy shrieked, and shut her eyes, wishing she could just die instead of face justice for what she had done.

As soon as the officers had charged in and found their positions, their eyes widened in confusion at the still naked young woman awkwardly straddling the armrest of a chair, doing her best to cover herself with her arms.

“Are you Amy Kelson?” the large one in front demanded.

Amy opened her eyes, then hunched over in a defeated pose. “Mmmmm…” she muttered barely on the verge of hearing. Tears were just starting to trickle down from her eyes.

“Miss? Is this woman Amy Kelson?” he called behind her.

With her apartment under protection again, Sandy walked cautiously through the front door. “She never gave me her last name, but, yeah, that’s Amy.”

“She matches the photo Ms. Delilah showed me,” another officer confirmed.

“So… you believe me? I mean, I know my story must sound crazy.”

“We’ve heard crazier stories today. So today, yeah, I believe you. And she needed that object to do her… things, right? Are you absolutely certain?”

“Yeah, it’s the wand that does all that stuff,” Sandy confirmed.

“SHOW US YOUR HANDS!!! NOW!!!” he commanded.

Every one of the five officers’ weapons were pointed right at her center of mass. Sniveling with fright, Amy raised her hands above her head and showed them her empty hands. That was when the party finally got a look at what was going on between Amy and the chair.

Their guns lowered. There were a few chortles. A female officer winced as she tried to imagine what having her genitals stretched and twisted to such a degree must feel like. Of course, she couldn’t have known that the magic prevented any sort of injury from pulling on it.

The lead officer holstered his gun, looked away to hide a grin, and then laughed out loud. One by one, the other officers began to laugh, louder and louder. How ridiculous poor Amy looked right then! Tears were now pouring from Amy’s eyes, as she began to sob her muted sobs.

***

With Amy no longer a threat, the female officer helped her put her bra and shirt back on. As to her pants, well that couldn’t be helped until the paramedic team they ordered arrived to cut her free of the chair, so they had draped one of Sandy’s towels over her to protect her modesty in the meantime. Her eyes were heavy from having cried every last tear she could produce. The room was quiet, except for a few voices. The female officer was questioning Sandy just outside the front door, while another radioed back to base.

“And you confirm, Ms. Kelson is still experiencing anomalous effects?” said the voice from the radio.

“Ahh, yep. Her lips appear to be glued shut, an her, uhh… yeah, the other thing as well.”

“That’s interesting. All the other reported phenomena suddenly ended about half an hour ago. Ms. Kelson is the only one still known to be affected.”

“Half an hour ago?” Sandy observed as she overheard from outside. “That was about when the wand started backfiring on her. It’s like it just got fed up with her.”

“Wait, you’re saying the circus freakshow just suddenly ended? Well, there’s some fucking good news for once! What about the couple with their fucking arms gone? Are THEY back to normal?”

“Affirmative,” said the voice over the radio. “Medics say their arms are working just fine, as if nothing happened.”

“Their arms were GONE! Where the fuck did their arms GO that they can just come back like that?”

“Officer Parsons… we had a whole team of paramedics witness human flesh turned into bubble gum. With photographic evidence. I think we’re going to be short a rational explanation for a while. All I can say is that everything at the coffee shop and the shoreline trail is back exactly how it was. Everything except the pullup bar they had to cut down.”

Once the report was finished, Officer Parsons turned to the officer next to him. “So, tell me this: we take this girl in for causing all this weird shit. What do we even charge her with? Are there actually any laws against… fucking sorcery? How do you even prove in court that she did something that shouldn’t even be possible?”

“Oh, man. Well, garden variety ****, to start with, I suppose. She caused harm to other people, not to mention emotional damages. As to the proof, you don’t need to prove scientifically HOW she did it. You just need to convince a jury she did it.”

“Well, after everything I’ve seen today, I’d fucking believe it!”

“Here’s my question: Do we still have to inform her of her right to remain silent?”

Both officers chuckled loudly.

***

As soon as the officers had finished questioning her, Sandy left her apartment. She couldn’t stand to be in there one more minute than she had to. She was still rocking the rainboots and fancy dress combo but she hardly cared at this point. She unlocked her car door and climbed inside. She just needed a drive. She didn’t know where. Away from here, away from the waterfront, away from the city… anywhere quiet.

But as soon as she shut the door, she noticed something inside the car with her. It was the wand! How could it possibly have gotten here? But after all the things she had seen it do, was that really a question that needed to be asked?

As she squeezed it in her hand, she was immediately overcome by a sudden, overwhelming sense of power, of importance! As she clutched it in her right hand and looked at it, she started to get another feeling. It was hard to put into words, but it was a feeling of new beginnings… of correcting old mistakes.

“You’re choosing me, aren’t you?” It wasn’t like Sandy to talk to herself, but strangely, the wand felt like something she could talk to. “Amy said she just came upon you, and I guess I believe her now. Maybe that’s the only thing she told me today that I believe anymore. She said you chose her. I don’t know why you chose her, though. You sure can pick ‘em, can’t you? Yeah right, as if I’m anyone to talk. I’m just a big old magnet for creeps and flakes, and Amy sucked me right in just like the rest of them. Maybe she tricked you into liking her, too. Don’t feel bad, it’s not your fault. Well, I promise I’ll be much more responsible with you than she was! I’ll make sure you won’t regret showing up on my passenger… seat…”

But she trailed off. Wait, WAS it on the passenger seat? Or had it been on the dashboard? Or somewhere else? She couldn’t remember. Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t 100% sure she hadn’t already been carrying it when she entered her car. At what point did she actually pick the thing up?

But did it matter? As she collected her thoughts, she made a quick mental command. She touched four fingers of her left hand to her steering wheel and felt them instantly adhere like super glue. She tugged a few times. It was completely painless, but unbelievably strong! “Unstuck,” she muttered, and her fingers popped loose without a hint of resistance.

“If there’s some sort of cosmic importance about you, maybe it’s beyond my understanding, but your tricks sure are fun to play with. I can’t wait to try it out with another person. You know, someone who isn’t a complete narcissist. Should I give my dear old flake another chance? Do you think? Nah. I’ll wait until I find someone better than all of those jerks. You and I both deserve that!”

Sandy buckled her seatbelt and started the car. She backed out still not knowing exactly where she wanted to drive. But she had a feeling she would find her way to wherever she was supposed to go.