Kevin follows through with his threatened punishment.

"Just look at them, Jess. Imagine what I can do to them. Think about all the things I can make them do," Kevin said. "Which one should I do first? Cassie? Tiffany? No. Nina first I think. How do you feel about that? Revving you up yet?"

Jess glared at her Master. She wouldn't answer even if she didn't have the damned gag still in place. The bastard knew very well what she was feeling, even if she was vehemently trying to deny it herself. She pressed her thighs hard together and tried to ignore the need growing there while trying to **** the imagery he was purposefully forcing on her out of her head.

"Here we go then!" Kevin started, eyes fixed on Jess as he spoke. "I wish that your friend Nina's spanking fetish would increase a hundred fold, becoming an obsession, and her ass would also become her most sensitive and pleasurable part of her body. She will never tell anyone of her fetish because of her immense embarrassment at the fact."

Jess moaned loudly. The heat of her power combined with the intense arousal at her friends change made it impossible to hide, as much as she wanted to. She clenched her hands into fists, letting her nails dig into her palms and **** her hips to stay still, fighting the urge to move even as her pussy throbbed.

"See? You'll learn to like this as much as I do. Then you can stop with all this fighting shit. Maybe I'll even let you pick some of the things we will do," Kevin said.

Jess felt sick. She had to fight this. It was her damned body, she could control it.

"I also wish that whenever Nina does something she perceives as wrong she will be compelled to ask for punishment and present her ass to whomever she feels she wronged. Nina will NOT see this as normal but will be unable to stop herself. Whoever she asks will also feel compelled to fulfill her request."

Jess' eyes began to roll, her toes curling. It was too much. Her climax hit her just as her magic began to ebb, the wish complete. Kevin deftly reached out and pulled the gag from her mouth, releasing her loud pornographic moan.

"I bet you never made a sound like that with Brad!" Kevin laughed.

"Ffffuck you, mmmmannnngh... Master." She shuddered and looked away humiliated, unable to meet his gaze.

"Maybe later. I have Sam for that after all, remember?"

She hated him. She hated more than she had ever hated anything in her life. If she had been free to do so she would have gladly clawed out his eyes. She knew she couldn't touch him but that wouldn't stop her. She'd figure out a way to get the fucking ring and he would pay, he would pay for all of it.

"Who next? No opinion? Okay then... How about both? Both is good," he continued, unaware of her promise to herself. "I wish that both Tiffany's and Cassie's deep dark fetishes also grew a hundred fold in intensity. That they can't stop thinking about them or craving them but would never dare tell a soul about them and would deny them if ever accused."

It was evil. He was destroying her friends lives all to punish her for laughing when Cockgob... no! When Lauren, her fucking name was Lauren, when Lauren bit his finger. But it didn't matter. She was turned on as if she had just read the most erotic story she could imagine. Even having just orgasmed it didn't matter, her traitorous body still responded and she was sitting in a literal pool of her own bodily fluids, her hands shaking with the need to touch herself and get off again.

"Enough! Fine. It's fucking over, Master. You made your point. Leave them alone now." Jess said, failing to hide the breathiness of her voice.

"Is it? You want to just leave your poor friends with no outlet for all that pent up need? You're more cold hearted than I thought, Jessica Edwards! But if that's what you want..."

She knew what he was doing, she wasn't dumb and he wasn't as clever as he thought. He wanted her to actually ask him to change her friends again, to make it her choice, and to her horror she found herself almost actually wanting to. She could feel the ready made justification he had given her pulling on her conscience. She could ask him to undo his fucking curse but he wouldn't. No. There was only one way to help her friends and it was the first step in damning herself.

"Do it then," she whispered, lip quivering even as her heart raced and hot juices dripped down her thighs.

"What was that, Jess? You have to speak up."

"Change them again. Please. Whatever will help them... Nnnnhg.. whatever will help them bear your curse." Jess spat the words out, unable to stop herself from stuffing one hand between her thighs to press hard against her soaked pussy, her hips rocking gently.

"Curse? I guess that's one way to put it. I'm sure it will bring them more pleasure in the end though." Kevin said, annoyed.

Jess worried for a moment she had fucked up again and he wouldn't wish again but then he did. Her body tensed in anticipation, her fingers pressing into her even as she struggled to not give in.

"I wish that at least once a day there will be a semi plausible reason for Tiffany to be tied up and at very least she will believe she is doing a reasonable job hiding her kink and her willingness. And I wish that each restroom in our school has a dedicated gloryhole stall that Cassie can sneak into to get her rocks off and soak up all the fluids her poor little heart desires."

Back to back wishes pulsed from Jess at the same time as the thrill from her new unwanted fetish. She couldn't tell where one ended and the other began, her mind was left a turbulent wash of guilt and pleasure, need and shame.

"See that wasn't so bad, was it? All fixed. They will be fine. And you, well. That depends on how good you can be I guess."

Kevin's definition of fixed was far different from hers but she didn't bother arguing. She needed to be away from him. Out of this timeless hell.