Give It Away.

That night you told Nala that the burden was too great for you to bear. She didn't judge you or try to change your mind. The removal process took the rest of the night, something about containing it for transport Nala had said. When she left it was in her black car form, a cat you haven't seen since. But you also haven't had a dick since then. When you got back home you collapsed into your bed and felt lethargic for several days, even staying home from school for a while. But you recovered and returned to your old self. Well, mostly. Since your experience you've been more open into your sexual interests towards other girls, possibly being a bit more honest than you had been. Still, you've only fully dated men since then and it's been great. Well, mostly. You do admit to yourself that you sometimes long for the crazy sex high the power had given you. But then you weigh the cost of it eventually driving you insane and get back to your normal life. You've had a few lovers and boyfriend's over the years but you've been single these passed few months, trying to get yourself together after finally finishing college. You have an apartment and a good job that will (hopefully) lead to lots of advancement and a less shitty apartment. You keep in touch with friends, watch shows, jog around the neighborhood, and have a very normal life just like you wanted. But sometimes you can't help but remember. There's real magic out there. And real monsters. The one oddity in your life is your tendency to feed local stray cats around your apartment building, just in case.

On yet another perfectly average Friday night you go out to refill the food and water bowls you've set out. About a dozen regulars are here and already meowing for the service they've come to expect. You smile, do as you're told, and spend some time petting and quietly speaking with them. You aren't sure if any of them are witches but you figure throwing in a few "thank you"s doesn't hurt, no matter what the neighbors say. You head back inside and lock the door to your apartment behind you. You always use all three locks, just in case. The week has been long and hectic but a long weekend of baking shows and pornography will make it all better. You slip out of your shoes and start undressing on your way to the bedroom, bra first. You put on a big t-shirt you stole from an ex two years ago and nothing else. You're tired but you like to give yourself at least one orgasm before bed so it's best to have easy access. You step into the living room, plop down onto the armchair, and pick up the remote.

"Took you long enough."

You jump and fall out of the chair and onto the floor. You didn't notice the woman sitting on your couch until she spoke. Your fear addled brain manages to scan her visage for information. Long dark hair, pale complexion, deep green eyes, a stripper's curves, and all wrapped up in a low cut black dress. By her feet is a large blue duffle bag, closed but clearly filled with something. After your scan is complete you can only conclude that you have no clue who this woman is. You're tempted to ask questions but experience has taught you a better method. You eye your phone, which you'd set to charge on the far wall before going out to feed the cats. So you eye the door instead, several feet away and with three active locks.

"Don't bother," says the woman, sounding bored. "You won't make it."

Your breathing becomes shaky as you slowly stand up. As you do she eyes you, lounging on your couch, but doesn't so much as shift. She's as still as a statue. Or maybe as still as a tigress ready to pounce.

"Who are you? How did you get into my apartment?"

She shrugs and says, "People above the first floor never lock their windows. Think they don't have to. As for who I am, I have a question for you. Why do you care? You didn't care who I was when you asked Nala to give me your curse."

She spits the words like poison from her mouth.

"You're the one Nala passed it onto." She nods. "She said she'd explain, that she'd give it to someone who agreed and knew the risks!"

"Oh, she gave me her little speech. Said it would be hard but I'd work through it."

She shifts in her seat, crossing and recrossing her legs. You find yourself trying to sneak a peek, to confirm her story, but you don't spot anything.

"She didn't tell me it would be hammering me night and day!" she growls. "Didn't tell me what I would become! The things I've done..."

She goes quiet but her eyes are filled with pure hate.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you," you whisper. "But it's not my fault!"

"The hell it isn't! Nala was always talking you, the golden child who let her destiny slip through her fingers. If you'd kept it instead of me then none of this would have happened!"

A shiver runs down your spine as a thought occurs to you.

"Where is Nala?"

The witch said she'd watch over whoever got the power so where the hell was she now?

"Nala is indisposed at the moment," she says coldly. "You'd be amazed what you can pick up just from spending time with a witch. And one thing I've learned is that humans have far greater control and imagination than the things we take power from. Give us a chance and we'll always out monster the monsters."

You try to run but your legs won't move. Your vision gets blurry as your body grows hot, so hot. You feel dizzy and light and only realize you're falling when you feel the floor your face. You wake up on your bed, naked. These situations never play out well for you, historically speaking. Remembering what just happened you try to run but find your wrists and ankles bound to your bed. You try to scream but something's been stuffed into your mouth and it comes out as muffled as a footfall on carpet. Out of the shadows of the doorway steps your assailant. She meanders towards you almost lazily but you recognize the motions of a confident predator. As she steps towards you she begins to slide off her dress and speaks in a calm, icy tone.

"My name is Judy," she says, slipping out of the dress to reveal lovely pink lingerie, her hard dick poking out from the waistband. You gulp and wonder if it was always so big and imposing.

She continues, "And you, my dear, are going to be my outlet. From now on, you're purpose in life will be to satisfy the urges you **** upon me. That way no one else will get hurt, just us freaks who know about the things in the dark."

To your surprise, she doesn't remove her underwear. Instead she reaches down at the side of the bed and starts looking through her duffle bag from earlier. She emerges with a small blue bottle of liquid and a Hitachi wand, an extremely powerful vibrator. With wide eyes you watch her apply a dab of the liquid, lube you assume, to the bulbous head. Next she retrieves a red bottle and pours some directly onto your mound. You twitch from the cold but as it dribbles down to your pussy it start to heat up, almost uncomfortably so. Judy turns the vibrator on and lets it hum ominously in her hand for a minute. Your eyes widen and your breathing quickens as you wonder what she has in store for you. The buzzing head of the toy slowly descends between your legs until finally it makes the slightest contact with your clit. Of course, at the crazy speeds the rotor was going "slight" wasn't really an option. Pleasure explodes in your brain and you form a bow with your back as your scream into your gag. It lasts only a second before Judy takes it away and lets you suck in air. Then she does it again with similar results. She does this for several minutes, each time lingering just a bit longer. You're starting to feel a dull thrumming heat between your legs now as the matching lubricant on the vibrator begins to mix with its mate on your lips. You shake now every time the vibrator isn't on your, your pussy throbbing painfully at is begs you for release you cannot grant it. Judy finally lets up her ****, much to your dismay. She turns off the vibrator, eyeing you like she's deciding how to have you cooked, and sets it aside. Then, just as slowly, she finishes undressing, her cock bouncing as she frees it from the too small confines. She climbs onto the bed, hovering over you with those same cold eyes staring down at you. You continue to shake as she reaches up and removed your gag.

"Beg for it," she almost whispers.

As she does she rubs the head of her dick along your slit. An electric shock shoots through you and you can't help but moan. Nothing has ever felt so good. Memories of the lust you felt while under the influence of this strange magic floods into you and burrows into their long forgotten nooks in your mind.

"Beg me to fuck you," she hisses, teeth running along your neck. You aren't sure if you're about to pass out or orgasm but floating in this between place is an unbearable mixture of heaven and hell.

Her lips hover a hair's breadth above yours, "Don't you wanna feel this dick hitting the back of your pussy? Don't you want me to make you moan and scream?"

"I-I-I want..." you stammer.

She pulls away and eyes you questioningly. She shifts her hips and her dick starts to bump into your clit.

"Fuck me, please!" you hear yourself moan. "Oh god, I'm gonna go crazy! Just fucking do it!"

The moment she does your vision goes white. Hot spikes of pleasure bore into your body from all over as you become weightless. After a brief eternity you return to earth and find yourself screaming and moaning and gasping for breath. Judy is on top of you and hammering you into the bed like a nail. For a long while you just can't stop cumming and don't want to. As your vision begins to go dark at the edges Judy let's out a loud moan and starts to bury herself inside of you. You feel her cum pouring into you and something more as well, her very essence, the strength and power of this beautiful creature above you. The two of you lie together in a sweaty, heaving pile of limbs for several minutes. Then, without a word, Judy leaves you only to return with a two glasses of cold water, one of which she guzzles down. She offers you the other and you have to crane your neck to drink while in your bindings, some of the water dribbling onto your chest.

"Was that good?" she asks you. You nod your head and continue panting. "Good." She gets up and leaves the room, turning off the lights as she does, "Day one of your training went well. Let's hope you do even better tomorrow."

It's been many years since that day, though you aren't sure how many. Mistress Judy has been kind enough to let you live with her and you have little need to go outside. You cook and clean for her while she's away and tend to her needs when she gets home. Most days you don't even both putting on clothes unless Mistress Judy asks you to wear something pretty or a costume to bed. Sometimes she brings over friends and she lets them have sex with you for money. She keeps it all but it's only fair since you're the one getting to have all the sex. Sometimes she brings home other girls for you both to play with, though they usually don't last long and then it's back to just to two of you. Every so often, when Mistress Judy is away for awhile, you think about life before. It all seems so distant and colorless. Then your Mistress Judy comes back and you beam, ready to show her how hard you worked and hoping you earned a treat. Life is so perfect.