Models: Kristen Scott & Natalie Mars
The temptation to kiss her was fire in Andi’s lips. Her entire body pulsed with the need to close the distance between them – to spring forward and drive Selene into her leather armchair while making out until they were both gasping for breath. It was the same temptation that had plagued Andi for longer than she could remember.
Except tonight it was laced with hope. Because with the sun mere minutes from setting, for once Andi dared to believe she might actually resist it long enough to get her life back.
Of course, Selene had no intention of making it easy for her.
‘I know you want to kiss me,’ she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. ‘You always want to kiss me. Your hunger for me is a part of your soul. You can’t reject or deny it, my sweet, so why not accept it?’ Andi’s chin in her fingers, Selene pulled the nubile woman further forward until Andi could feel the warmth of her breath. ‘Why not enjoy it?’
If her alluring words weren’t enough, Selene had made a point of wearing Andi’s favourite outfit. The tight leather corset, silk fingerless gloves and skimpy panties were all as black as the witch’s soul and contrasted sharply with her soft, pale skin. The smoking hot ensemble induced an attraction so intense it was physically painful, forcing Andi to grip the leather pouffe beneath her tightly to prevent her hands from straying.
Despite the agonising temptation, Andi said nothing. She couldn’t. Experience had taught her that if she uttered so much as a syllable her will would break. Then their tongues would be dancing, their naked bodies entangled, and she would lose yet another day of her life to the twisted witch who had imprisoned her.
The outfit Selene had conjured up for Andi today was even naughtier than usual. The leopard-print fabric hugged her body tight – simultaneously caressing her stiff nipples and nestling between her ass cheeks as a very skinny thong – while the thin straps criss-crossing her back shifted with every movement to send erotic shudders up her spine. A little black choker with a crescent moon pendant clasped her neck, and her knee-high leather boots were tipped with impressive stiletto heels. The outfit was simultaneously sexy yet refined and was obviously tailored to accentuate her incredible body.
Yet her attire was about much more than making her look hot. On the contrary, it was its own form of torment. The way the tight material clung to Andi’s skin was a constant reminder of the slutty body Selene had forced her into; the straps and choker reminded her of countless nights trussed up being used for Selene’s pleasure; the boots played on Andi’s weakness for leather clothing. Even the moon pendant was a cruel reminder of her failures.
In short, every element of her outfit was designed to wear down her resistance and make her give in. And when paired with Selene’s sultry words, it was almost too much for Andi to bear.
‘I’m impressed. Usually you would have crumbled hours ago. You’ve done so well to last this long, sweetie.’ Selene’s chuckle made Andi want to melt into her arms. ‘But we both know how this ends. I thought you would have learned by now that in my house good girls get rewarded. Be a good girl and give in. Kiss me and we can stop this silly game.’
Remaining resolutely silent, Andi risked a glance out the window. Her heart stuttered: the sun had started dipping behind the trees. All she had to do was hold out a few minutes longer.
But when Selene followed her gaze, the smirk that warped her oh-so-kissable lips was a thing of pure mischief. ‘Ah, I see. You really think you’re going to hold out, don’t you? Well then, if you’re so strong I’m sure a little extra temptation will be no problem.’
Rising to her feet, Selene grinned as her rigid she-cock bucked free. Earlier in the evening she had tried enticing Andi by stroking off in full view of her beautiful prisoner, an act which had pushed her to the brink. Once she began attempting to persuade Andi with words her erection had nestled out of sight between her sumptuous thighs, but now it bobbed gently barely an inch before Andi’s lips.
It was instinct that prompted Andi to take hold of Selene’s cock. She had spent so long worshipping the witch’s body that the move was automatic.
‘That’s it, little one, let your desire control you.’ Selene’s tone was thick with satisfaction, the taste of victory surely on her tongue. ‘Jerk my cock, baby. Suck it. Gorge on it. I am your goddess, so kneel and offer your undying adoration to me. Praise me with those perfect lips of yours. We both know it’s the only thing you dream of.’
Selene was right: she did haunt Andi’s dreams. Or nightmares. In truth, Andi couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Either way, each night when Selene finally stopped fucking her and they fell asleep in the witch’s bed, their passion simply continued in Andi’s mind. She would envision herself feasting on Selene’s cock until cum coursed down her chin; riding her until her pussy was full before moving on to her ass; following her every command, eternally desperate to satisfy her magical captor.
Yet with a supreme effort, Andi refused. Though she did not remove her hand, neither did she jerk or suck or gorge as Selene had suggested. She simply remained there, a breath away from the dick she had spent years devoting herself to every single day.
This cycle of hell had been going on for so long now that Andi’s old life felt like a dream. She had been a guy once – a guy who had been foolish enough to double-cross a witch. When Selene learned of his deception she transformed him into this slutty, nubile form and presented him with a simple deal: to regain his freedom he simply had to go one day without being intimate with her. Specifically, he had to instigate the intimacy – anything from a simple kiss to a frantic begging. If he succeeded, his life would go right back to the way it was; if he failed, then the challenge would begin again the following day.
That had been years ago. Longer than Andi could even remember. That’s what her choker symbolised: the fact that in all that time she had never once managed to reach moonrise without succumbing to the lust of this insatiable body.
Never, that is, until tonight.
This time when Andi looked out the window she almost sobbed. The sun was halfway set. Almost there.
Yet when Selene spoke again there wasn’t an ounce of concern in her voice. ‘Ah, I see, you’re not hungry, is that it? Well that’s no problem. Because even if you’re not, I am.’
Selene slammed Andi onto her back with enough power to drive the air from her lungs. Startled by the sudden show of force, Andi took several seconds to regain her bearings, by which time the witch had dropped to her knees so her face was suspended just above Andi’s crotch. The dazed beauty had just enough time to realise what was about to happen before a snap of Selene’s fingers erased her bodysuit from existence.
‘Have I ever told you how delicious your body is?’ she purred, shifting effortlessly back to seduction. One hand rose to cup Andi’s breast while the other settled on her thigh, spreading her legs wider. ‘Your kiss, your tits, your skin – every inch of you is addictive. Although I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t one part of you in particular I adored the most.’
Closing the distance between their lips, Selene made out with Andi’s pussy more sensually than ever before. Her tongue was in constant movement – now circling Andi’s clit, now delving between her folds, now lapping up her nectar – yet her gaze remained fixed on her prisoner’s face searching for signs of surrender. Keen to press home her advantage Selene massaged Andi’s breast too, sending waves of warm pleasure through her torso.
‘I know this feels as good for you as it does for me. Why would you want to give this up? All you have to do is give in, beautiful. It’s so simple. And this is the reward that awaits you.’
Andi’s strength was fraying. Her face frozen in an expression of open-mouthed ecstasy, she could not even moan, for it was taking every ounce of energy to stop herself grinding her hips against Selene’s face. Every fibre of her being burned with the need to succumb, but she knew if she gave in now she would never again summon the resolve to last this long; if Selene could cripple her when victory was so close then the failure would plague her mind forever, eating away any future attempts to resist before they even took root.
The sun was barely even visible now. Only a sliver of orange crowned the treetops, while through the opposite window the light of the rising moon shafted in silvery beams.
Andi scrunched up her eyes, clenched her jaw, balled her fists. Just seconds left. All she had to do was hold on. Just a little bit longer…
The snap of Selene’s fingers echoed through the quiet house like a death knell.
Opening her eyes, Andi found the witch sitting back on her knees with her hand still raised. She said nothing, though her small smirk emphasised that she knew something Andi didn’t and was waiting for the penny to drop.
It was the fire that gave it away. All throughout the evening the constant crackle of burning logs had permeated their war of wills, but now that sound had fallen silent. Yet at the same time Andi could still feel heat on her skin, could still see the glow bathing one side of Selene’s body.
Twisting to face the fireplace her eyes bulged: the flames were frozen. They hung in the air mid-flicker, like a snapshot.
Cold terror gripped Andi as the reality of what Selene had done set in, and before she even turned to look out the window she already knew what she would see. Nevertheless, her gut fell through the floor when she realised the sun was no longer setting. Like the fire it remained locked in the last seconds of its descent. The treetops beneath it were similarly still, their leaves and branches suspended mid-rustle.
She stopped time. Andi’s inner voice was hushed with incredulity. She stopped time.
And when she finally spoke out loud for the first time that evening, it was in a similarly quiet voice: ‘But… but… that’s cheating.’
‘Too bad, bitch,’ Selene sneered. Her tone was suddenly thick with malice. ‘I gave you enough chances. I tried being nice. Now it’s time we do things the hard way. But don’t worry,’ she added, grinning coldly, ‘you’ll thank me for this later.’
Scrambling onto the pouffe, the witch pinned Andi firmly down with one hand while spreading her legs wide with the other. The latter action allowed her cock to slide in easily to Andi’s slick sex, and when the transformed woman’s mouth fell open Selene seized the opportunity to slide her thumb between Andi’s lips – lips which automatically sealed around the digit, driven by instinct ingrained in her by countless sensual blowjobs. The movement of her hand was similarly involuntary: Selene’s dick had barely even parted her folds before Andi was fondling her clit.
Once the thrusting began the rhythm was hard enough to pop the studs of the bust on Selene’s corset, allowing her tits to bounce in time with her slamming hips. The clap of their thighs ricocheted off the walls and Andi’s eyes bulged as her body was suddenly swamped with taboo arousal: they both knew that a good, rough fuck was the fastest way to make her beg. But Selene had never used that particular turn-on to break her resistance before. For that she always relied on her seductive charms.
Selene’s gaze had the wicked edge of a freshly sharpened sickle. ‘It would seem I’ve been too lenient with you. So many nights spent persuading you to give in just with words and promises. So many nights simply letting your lust for me do the work. And all along you were biding your time, building your strength. Well that ends tonight. I’m going to show you who you really are, slut, and once I do you’ll never resist me again.’
Under normal circumstances the abrupt shift to powerful fucking would have broken Andi within seconds. But tonight she was completely numb. Though her body throbbed with euphoria her mind had walled itself off as it tried and failed to process the magnitude of what was happening.
She stopped time. The thought span through her mind endlessly. She had always known Selene was powerful, but this was terrifying. How long could she sustain it? How long would they remain in this twilight limbo? How could she hope to resist when there was no longer any end in sight? Comprehending the immensity of Selene’s strength had short-circuited her brain and now she was merely a passenger in her own body.
Nevertheless, the walls around her mind could not hold up forever. The pounding pleasure was a battering ram and already cracks were fracturing the bricks. Through these shafted thin slivers of erotic delirium like beams of blinding sunlight.
Deep down, Andi knew this was the beginning of the end. After years of preparation everything was about to come crumbling down around her.
Yet in the end, it wasn’t the physical pleasure that broke her.
‘Get on your front,’ Selene hissed, though she was already manhandling Andi into position as she spoke.
In a heartbeat she had her prisoner sprawled on her belly, at which point she hefted up Andi’s hips so she could feed her twitching cock back inside. The new angle sent a different variant of lust through Andi’s core, the position feeling somehow more degrading, and an erotic cry tore from her lips as she seized the edge of the pouffe tight. Her mental walls shuddered with every thrust and she could feel the ceiling buckling too.
But when Selene began to speak the gravity of her words cut through everything else.
‘You’re so desperate for freedom, but tell me this: what do you actually have to go back for? Do you even remember what your life was like before this? Do you remember what magic you wanted from me in the first place, or how you double-crossed me? Do you remember your old job? Your friends? What your body used to look like?’ Slowing her pace, Selene lowered her voice to a sultry purr. ‘Tell me, Andi, do you even remember your name?’
Andi’s mouth opened automatically to answer – but the words died on her tongue. Her first emotion was confusion. Then frustration, as if the identity she was reaching for was just out of reach. And finally an awful chill as a simple but unanswerable question filled her thoughts: what is my name?
Selene chuckled as Andi’s mouth slowly closed.
‘I’m sorry I had to break it to you this way, but the person you used to be disappeared long ago. Your desire to reverse the transformation is just an echo of the old you, but you’ve been so focused on achieving it you never even realised what you’ve become in the time since. I mean do you honestly believe you could ever escape your need for me? Do you think you could go back to a normal life without imagining me fucking you every second of every day? Maybe once that might have been true, but now? You wouldn’t last a day before you came running back begging to be my pet again.’
All at once Selene pulled out. Her absence was a void eating at Andi’s insides, and while the lingering aftershocks of pleasure continued to send shudders through her mental walls from outside, the longing to be fucked gnawed at the foundations beneath.
As Selene went on she softly slid off Andi’s leather boots, the gentleness of her touch drawing a tremulous sigh from the horny woman’s lips.
‘I’ll be honest, when I first transformed you I relished the chance to shatter your resistance every night. You’d crossed me and I wanted to make you pay. But you’re not the only one who’s changed. I don’t just want to ruin you anymore – I just want you. I want to make you moan and whimper and beg. I want to fuck you until you’re drooling then pump you full of magic to keep you going for hours more. I want to fill this frozen moment with an eternity of hedonism together. But most of all I want you to want all that too. Because no matter who you used to be, right now you’re just Andi. My Andi. Do you really want to be anything else?’
Without realising it, Andi had stood up. Naked and trembling she looked down on Selene, the witch now sat on the pouffe with her legs hooked over the sides. Her slender features were as beautiful as ever, her glossy hair impossibly neat after so much intense fucking, and her perfect dick pointing up at the ceiling.
For some reason the sight of the woman who had made her evaporated all of Andi’s concerns in one fell swoop. Selene’s words were a light that chased away those shadows of her old psyche which had clung on ever since her initial transformation: the instinct to escape, the guilt every time she succumbed, the longing for a life that no longer existed. Selene was right, they were just echoes. And for the first time she finally realised that she could abandon them, could embrace the woman she had become. The woman who craved Selene more than anything else in the universe; the woman who was lucky enough to spend every day as a witch’s slutty familiar. It was the same fate she had been rejecting for as long as she could remember, yet now she found she had never craved anything more.
In that moment the answer to her question was perfectly simple: my name is Andi.
Her heart hammering a tattoo against her ribs, Andi joined Selene on the pouffe. Planting her hands behind and beneath her she shifted her hips forward and slotted her feet beside the witch’s hips. Erotic anticipation prickled her neck as she aligned her cunt with Selene’s cock.
‘Promise me something,’ Andi said, her voice shallow as she fought the urge to succumb one final time. ‘From now on, please let me be yours. Your plaything, not your prisoner. The girl who gets to be your whore, not the guy who you transformed as punishment.’
When Selene smiled Andi thought she saw a note of pride in the expression. ‘I promise.’
‘Thank you.’
In her mind, Andi reached out to touch the crippled walls. Though they had withstood constant assaults of powerful pleasure from outside, a single push from within was all it took to bring them crashing down around her. As the dust cleared Andi’s consciousness was engulfed by the blinding arousal she had fought so hard to resist, burning through her with all the force of a lightning strike.
With it came a wave of relief. The irony of her situation drew a brief smile over her lips. After all, she had gained her freedom – freedom to live as Selene’s insatiable familiar.
Then her brows knitted together, her body hummed with lust, and the only thing Andi could think to do was sink down, welcome Selene’s cock into her quivering pussy, and ride her witch like the good little slut she truly was…
Thanks for reading!
Overall, all five of this month’s releases are stories I am especially proud of. However, even amongst a slate as special as that, this one might just be my favourite.
For my long-term readers, that’s probably not surprising, because although it’s been a while since I featured her work you all know how highly I think of Natalie Mars. One of the reasons this piece is the length it is comes down to the fact that I was spoilt for choice by the possible images in this gallery and wanted to include as many as I could.
At the same time though this also includes a bunch of other things I love. It’s a slow burn, which enabled me to explore Andi’s psyche and subsequent corruption in depth; it’s about a war of wills, which is always fun to write; it has time manipulation, a concept I always enjoy exploring; and it involves an ending that is romantic in a twisted sort of way, which we all know is basically my calling card at this point. Simply put, it’s probably my favourite story of the year so far, and I think it will take some beating out of the top spot before 2026 rolls around.
As usual, next week will be another Tumblr rewrite, and in my opinion it’s a great story to cap off a great month, so hopefully I’ll see you next Friday for that!
Image gallery: https://shemalestardb.com/galls/kristen-scott-is-curled-up-on-couch-looking/156260/
