La Sorcière

In that moment, Ally’s stunned brain registered two things. First, that Celine’s pale tits were bigger than she would have imagined from seeing the woman in a ski suit. Second, that Lexi had a tattoo of the Olympic rings on her ass. She was sort of surprised that her friend hadn’t told her, considering the many intimate details they shared. But she supposed it wasn’t particularly out of character.

She shook her head again. Obviously the main point was that her supposedly straight friend was in their room eating out her main rival the night before they were all going to race against each other in the Olympics.

Celine smiled that same predatory smile at the new arrival, and Ally felt a shiver go up her spine. It weirdly wasn’t a bad shiver. What was wrong with her?

“Ah, Ally Lang, mon ami,” the French woman purred. “We have been waiting for you.”

“I’m not your ami,” Ally shot back. “I mean, fuck… what the fuck is going on? Lexi, what are you doing? Get the fuck up!”

Lexi made no indication that she had even heard her. Ally could hear the wet licking sounds as her friend enthusiastically continued her ministrations.

“Ah, your friend is a bit… busy at the moment,” Celine said. She looked down at Lexi and ran a possessive hand through her blonde and pink hair. “You have improved with practice, ma petite americaine.” She looked back up at Ally. “She is mine now. As you will be soon.”

Ally had no idea what kind of twisted sex thing was happening, but she wanted no part in it. “Nope, fuck this, I’m out.” She turned to leave. “If you’re not out of here in thirty, I’m calling security. I don’t know about you two but I have a race tomorrow.”

She had nearly reached the door when Celine, without raising her voice, said “Stop.”

Ally’s body froze. She couldn’t move.

What the fuck!

“Come back, stand still, and watch us,” Celine said casually. Ally’s body obeyed. “Oh, and don’t cry out or scream or anything like it. Don’t be gauche.”

Total panic overtook Ally. She was an athlete, her body was her superpower. Suddenly, she had completely lost control of it.

She tried to move various muscles. Nothing worked. Even her eyes were fixed helplessly on Lexi’s tongue pleasuring her rival’s clean-shaven pussy, flicking over her clit. Ally attempted to speak and found that she could, though only very quietly.

“What is happening?” she nearly whispered.

“Donnez-moi un moment, s’il vous plait.” Celine held up a finger as she threw her head back in mounting ecstasy.

Ally could not look away as Lexi’s licking only increased in fervor. She also stuck two fingers into Celine’s pussy and pistoned them in and out while she kept lapping at her clit.

The Frenchwoman’s breathing quickened. “C’est bon, c’est bon!” she hissed.

Celine’s mouth opened as wide as it could as she hit her peak, wordless noises coming out of her throat. Lexi kept up her intensity for a few more seconds until Celine gently pushed her face away.

She reached down and took Lexi’s chin, wet with her juices. “Tres magnifique,” she murmured.

Lexi stared back into her mistress’s eyes, a look of pure contentment on her face. She sat back and remained on her knees on the floor, waiting patiently.

Celine got to her feet and stretched her nude body, almost like a cat. She turned to look at Ally, who remained still like a statue in the middle of the dorm-style room.

“I was tempted to try out my new canadienne ****,” she said. “So… what is the word… nubile, I think.”

She took a few steps forward to bring her face within a foot of Ally’s own. She saw the American’s eyes burning with fear.

“But I have bigger fish to fry, as you Americans might say.” She shook her head. “Such terrible food. But you cannot help it, I suppose.”

“You’re insane,” Ally managed to mumble.

Celine smirked. “If I am insane, you’ll be able to stop me from doing this.”

Ally could only watch as the Frenchwoman moved forward and kissed her hard on the lips. She had never kissed a woman before. Her rival’s lips were simultaneously soft and hot. She felt Celine’s tongue pushing into her mouth, running over her own. She felt a tingle down her spine, and to her horror, it wasn’t a bad tingle.

Celine pulled away, licking her lips. Then she held out her hand, opening it to show that she had been holding a small clipping of hair, bound together by a carefully tied piece of red string. The hair was auburn colored. The same auburn of Ally’s own hair.

“What the fuck?” Ally managed to ask.

Celine turned and plopped backward onto Lexi’s bed. She crossed her legs jauntily, though it did little to hide her smooth snatch.

“I had your friend here snip this off in your sleep,” she said, holding up the clipping and looking over at Lexi, smiling beatifically at her from her position kneeling on the floor. “You would be surprised how much you can control with just the smallest piece of someone. But it only controls the body, not the mind, and it will only work for a day or two, eventually it is no longer, shall we say, associated enough with you. But I want more.” Her pale blue eyes seemed to bore straight into Ally, a less pleasurable chill ran down the frozen girl’s spine. “I am going to own you, Ally Lang.”

Celine watched as a single fearful tear escaped one of Ally’s eyes and slowly rolled down her face. She sighed. “Don’t cry, my American doll, you will enjoy being my ****.” She looked over to Lexi. “Have you enjoyed it, ma cherie?”

Lexi nodded vigorously. “Oui, maîtresse,” she said.

The perfectly pronounced French sounded strange to Ally coming out of the mouth of her friend. She loved Lexi, but to say the girl was hardly a picture of refinement would be an understatement. And what had she called Celine?

Celine smiled. “You may use English. For the benefit of our new friend.”

“I’ve never felt like this, Mistress,” Lexi gushed. “You’ve unlocked contentment inside of me I never knew was there. I’m so wet for you all the time.”

“You’re making her act like this, somehow,” Ally said quietly. Her muscles were starting to strain at the pressure of standing stock still. This wasn’t the type of strain they were used to.

“Of course,” Celine agreed. “It’s quite fun, no? How long has it been, ma cherie, since I claimed you?”

“Two months, Mistress,” Lexi supplied. She glanced over at Ally standing in the middle of the room. “Do you remember the sponsor party at Kitzbuehel? When I went to the bathroom for so long you got worried about me?”

“I of course instructed her to play the part of your friend as normal whenever she was with you, or in public,” Celine said. “She did such a wonderful job, don’t you agree?” She looked down at Lexi and said, “Ma sage fille.” Then she repeated in English, seemingly for Ally’s benefit, “Good girl.”

Ally could not get her eyes to look away as she saw Lexi’s breathing quicken, her own juices running from her own shaved pussy down her thighs and onto the carpet.

“Would you like avoir joui, my pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lexi gave her butt, with the Olympics Rings tattoo on it, a happy wiggle. If she had a tail, it would have been wagging. “I would like to cum very much.”

The Frenchwoman looked fondly at the American girl kneeling on the floor, but said, “Perhaps later, we have work to do.” She turned back to Ally, sighed, and said. “I am a sorcière. What you would call a… witch. The power has been passed down through the female line of my ancestors for many centuries. We inherit the power on our 26th birthday.”

“That’s how you suddenly got so good,” Ally whispered, realizing.

“Yes,” Celine agreed. “I came into my magic last summer. My mother had used her power to get herself a rich husband and her own Lodge in Chamonix.”

“She taught you to control people?” Ally asked.

“No,” the witch shrugged. “She lacked ambition. All of my ancestors did. That is why she is now my ****. I want much more than a rich husband.” She licked her lips. “And I’m not particularly fond of men in general.”

Celine leaned back on her hands and uncrossed her legs, showing nary a hint of modesty as she casually exposed her snatch. She looked Ally up and down, appraisingly. The American could only wait to discover her fate.

The witch sighed and gestured to Ally in general. “This is no longer… what would you say? Working for me.” She sat up on the bed. “Ally Lang, you will not make any attempt to escape, or to alert others to what is happening here, or to harm me in any way. Now, you are able to move and speak normally.”

Ally was suddenly able to relax her muscles. She tried to move forward toward Celine but her body simply did not respond to her brain’s commands. After a moment, she slumped her shoulders, accepting at least temporary defeat.

She couldn’t raise her voice, but she could speak normally, like Celine had said. “I am going to get out of this,” she said evenly, “and you are going to go to jail for a billion years.”

Celine shrugged. “I very much doubt it. Now, take off your clothes, I want to see my new property. I’d like you to make it as enjoyable for me as you can. And I tire of your attitude. Smile while you do this, hmm?”