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The Poppet. By Clare Talton. The traffic was awful but eventually I managed to get home, but damn it if that lazy bitch of a wife of mine didn't even have my dinner ready. My name is Jonathan Millway and I'm an executive in a large financial company down in the city, life is good and easy, although my wife is lazy and can't even give me a couple of son's as she's defective and can't have kids. Oh, she wants us to go to some doctor or something for tests, but I really don't see much point in wasting my money on that shit, as if she's broken, what's the point? Besides, I suppose in the long run kid's would cramp my style, I mean most likely she would want me home to help with them, but I have better things to do, like my golf and tart's. Which reminds me, I'll have to see about changing my secretary, as well you know how it is, a few bangs in my office and they get all clingy, but all I want is a blow job or a fuck over my desk! Still it's a shame as she is quite pretty, but I'll look forward to breaking another one in, so hey, every cloud has a silver lining. Anyway, home and no dinner, "Clare, what the fuck is going on, where's my dinner?" I said when I got in. She stood there like a frightened little rabbit and said as she looked down at the floor, "It's nearly ready John, but I was busy cleaning and booking your hotel." "Cleaning," I laughed. "Shit Clare, it's no different than this morning, and it had better be a good hotel, four stars at least," and raised my hand as if to give her a slap. She flinched nicely much to my satisfaction as it showed her who was definitely the boss around here. "Yes it is, and I've packed your case ready as you like it," she said as she started to go back to the kitchen. "Right then, but when is my dinner going to be ready?" I snapped as I really was hungry. "It'll be ready by the time you get to the table," she replied as she turned and handed me my slippers. "Ok then," I said as I went to the dining room. A few minutes later she finally bought me my food, and it looked Ok, although the steak looked a little well done, Christ couldn't she even do that right. "What's this shit?" I barked, "Christ Clare, all I want is a nice medium rare piece of meat and you even screw that up," and pushed the plate away letting it fall on the floor. "I'm off down the club, clean that mess up before I get back," I snapped making her jump. Christ I really didn't understand how stupid women could be, maybe it was hormones or something I just don't know, hmm, I wonder if there's a treatment for it like a stupidity pill or something. Anyway, I changed out of my working clothes and went out leaving her to clean up her mess. I called it a club but it was actually a strip joint and the girls were great, and if you were really lucky you could pick up a good fuck there too, and tonight was a lucky night. A quick fuck was all I was after tonight as tomorrow I was going to Haiti for a "business golfing" holiday, well admittedly I might get a round of golf in but it was just a week drinking and shagging with my mates. Well the dancers were good tonight and I noticed a young brunet who I hadn't seen before, she, I decided, would do just nicely. It took two hours and half a dozen drinks before I was sunk up to my bollocks in her in the back ally, and damn she was nice and tight. She had resisted at first, but quickly succumbed to my charm and then superior strength, and only let out a little squeak as I turned her around and sunk my dick into her sweet little pussy as she was bent over one of the bins out back. I thrust hard and quick as I wanted to get home for some sleep before travelling tomorrow. I laughed to myself as I shot my load into her, as I had told her I was using a condom, but from her vantage point she couldn't see that I was going bare back and it was great. "Oh," she squeaked when I pulled out, letting my jizz run out of her and onto her legs, "Oh fuck," she then squealed and as she wiped at my cum with her hand, she then gasped in horror and said, "Oh fuck, you came in me, ew it's grose what did you do that for, you said you were wearing protection, fuck you pig!" "Oh," I said, "I was, it must have split or fallen off, are you sure it's not still in there?" I couldn't help but smirk as she opened her legs, and pulling a face slipped a finger up inside herself looking for it, "No it's not here.... what do you mean it tore or fell off," then as it dawned on her she said, "Fuck you, you prick!" pulling out her finger as she did. "Oh dear," I said smirking even more, "I must have forgotten it, Oh well never mind," and as I tucked my dick away added, "You're a good fuck anyway." All I heard was a string of profanities as I made my way back to my car, Goddamn, women were stupid. I was woken by my alarm at five o'clock, and as expected I could smell my breakfast cooking. I showered, dressed and made my way down stairs then sat at the table waiting for my food and it wasn't long arriving. "Hm, not bad dear," I said as I was in a good mood, "Is my case loaded and the car ready?" "Yes honey," Clare said, "And here are your travel documents and the address of the hotel. I've booked you all in and all you have to say is your name and the party of four guys for your break. Here's the reference number as well just in case, Oh I do hope it all goes well for you and you get some more contracts from it all. You're so lucky that your company lets you go on these business golfing trips, but I still don't see why you should have to make the arrangements and pay for it yourself." "Because dear that's the way it is," I replied, God she was so dumb. I finished breakfast and as I made my way to my car she said, "Have a good time, I love you." "I'll try dear and I know you do, bye," and jumped into the car before she could get all soppy and try to kiss me. "Finally," I thought, "On my way to my shag fest," and was looking forward to seeing if I could get a bit of black for a change. I met the guys at the airport and it was straight into the bar for a couple, then a couple on the plane but I was well able for it. We booked into the hotel without a problem as Clare had at least managed to get that right, so I reckon she deserved a good seeing to when I got home. I dropped my bags in the room, and then went straight down to the bar, well it must have been at least an hour since I last had a pint and besides, I wanted to check out the talent. I was stood at the bar when this little old black woman came up to me, "Would you like to buy a charm?" she hissed through a toothless mouth. I recoiled in distaste, "No," I said sharply. "Only one hundred American dollars," she replied, obviously ignoring the look of disgust on my face, and then she added, "Tis good for all protection against the Voodoo arts." "Jesus," I thought, "Fucking Voodoo, this woman must think I'm mad or something." I glanced in the mirror, nope, no sign on my head saying "mug, sell me crap" but as I looked the old woman's reflection did look different, in a sort of changing, flowing sort of way. It hurt my eyes but it actually looked like she was changing shape, or faces, not drastically or obvious but just enough that I noticed. "No," I snapped, "I'm British anyway, so away you old hag, go on or I'll call the cops." "Ok then, bad British man, but I do see good in you, and a change in your future. Maybe you'll learn from it, maybe you won't, we'll just have to wait and see, but it's true your eyes will be opened." She answered again with a toothless grin, "So don't say you weren't warned," then she cackled to herself and left. Oh that was just so grose, I even felt like her breath stuck to me, so I gulped down my drink and left for a shower. I don't really know, but it did seem like the hotel staff were staring at me as I made my way out of the bar, and one even moved away from me as I walked passed next to him, maybe he could smell the old woman, ew.... Once back in my room I stripped and threw my clothes on the bed, then went into the bathroom. Man the shower was good, its water was scalding hot and it had strong powerful jets. My mind was still on the old hag though; the way she shimmered in the mirror was creepy and was that an actual Voodoo curse she was muttering about. I shook my head, Christ I was being a jerk, fuck me Voodoo? A curse? What was I thinking? Once out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and made my way back into the bedroom drying my hair as I went. Once there I threw the towel on the bed and turned to get some things out of my unpacked case but something caught my eye. On the bed next to my folded clothes... folded, I didn't remember doing that, so maybe it was a hotel thing, now that's what I call sevice. Anyway, next to the pile was a scruffy looking doll about six inches in height, "What the fuck!" I exclaimed and looked around but no-one was there. Maybe it was a gimmick, like a gift for new guests giving the whole Haiti voodoo thing feeling to the trip, or as I call it tourist trash. Picking it up I could see it looked a little like a man and was made out of bits of rag, twigs and what looked like mud. "Weird," I thought and moved one of its arms and noticed that its shape moved with it. Its hair, if you could call it that, seemed to lengthen, its waist shrank and two lumps rose from its chest. So out of curiosity I held it in one hand and moved both arms with my other. It contorted even more until I heard a snap and felt a sharp pain in my hand, and as I swore, I threw it down on the bed. "Fuck!!!" I exclaimed in surprise and peered at the thing lying there, then to my hand which was bleeding profusely. "Fuck it," I said again, before muttering how much I was going to sue their sorry pathetic asses for. Then looking down, I could see the thing lying on the bed was covered with my blood from where I was holding it, and through it I could see needle like thorns sticking out of its back, Oh yes, this was going to cost them dear. But then as I stared at it, the blood seemed to soak into the thing, but when I say soak, I mean it completely disappeared leaving just the fabric that it was made from. I was sure I heard a cackle in the air when suddenly an incredible pain flashed through my body causing me to drop to my knees, and then forward and onto my hands. Then it felt like suddenly every bone in my body shattered and I screamed, and not just a loud scream, it felt like I screamed with every fibre of my being. I could feel my bones scrunching and it made me feel sick, it was like their splintered remains were moving about and grinding against each other and it even felt like I was actually changing shape. But it was not a dramatic change, but enough so that I could feel it. My pelvice and hips grew, while my ribs throbbed with stinging pain as they shrank, and I could feel the tops of my feet dragging slightly against the ground, as they moved upwards towards my knees. I felt my arms shortening and I was convinced I was changing into a dog or something, but my hands... my hands just became shorter, shorter and thinner. Then my head felt like it was being crushed in a vice, but from all sides and inwards and I could feel my facial structure changing, almost like someone had their fingers in it pushing it about. Then it stopped, all the pain just as suddenly as it began just went away like nothing had happened. I knelt in the same position afraid to move, panting heavily and sweating like a pig, Christ it was actually dripping off my forehead. I managed to look down myself and what I saw was bizarre to say the least, as my whole body seemed different, smaller but strangely familiar. What made it madly weird though was the way my flesh hung off me in clumps and lumps. Unfortunately though, I didn't have time to think or speculate as another fierce agonizing pain shot through my body, but this time it was in my flesh. It was like my skin was alive as it moved about, and my flesh beneath it made it look like maggots were crawling about inside it. I felt my arms weakening and thought I was going to fall flat on my face, and when I managed to move my eyes, I saw that it was because they were melting. Well that is what it looked like, as a greasy fatty looking stuff was oozing through my skin as my muscles just seemed to melt away. I manage to look down myself and saw that it was happening all over my body, like I could see it running down the sides of my waist where it would gather on my stomach before dripping to the floor with a sickening splatter. The mad thing was though, was it ran under my skin in other places and seemed to stay put, like in my hips and my thighs just seemed to fill out instead of waste away. I could just see my bollocks hanging down from where I was hunched over, and then suddenly to my horror and agony, I saw my dick turn itself inside out as it seemed to be sucked up and vanished into my pelvis. Well it sort of looked like that but more if say, Ok imagine a piece of string tied or stuck to the inside end of your dick. Ok got that picture firmly in your head, now imagine that piece of string went up the inside of your dick and into your body, got it. Now imagine someone took the other end of that string and pulled it hard, pulling your dick inside out as it disappeared into your body, that's what happened, and I screamed again as the pain was agonizing. In fact I screamed like a little girl, and it was just that, a little girls scream, which slowly became a big girls scream, then a woman's scream and it was blood curdling. As my dick disappeared into its self, my balls followed, and if you thought a kick in the bollocks hurt, times it by a thousand, and that's what it feels like to have them dragged into your body. The last I saw of them was as my sack seemed to split down its middle, and spread its self over the resulting hole. It was the last I saw because my view became blocked as the stuff oozing out and around my body caused my chest to sag, and then droop downwards towards the floor. I looked up again with tears flooding my eyes, hoping to see, well I don't know, maybe something to stop my pain and anguish, but hair fell into my eyes, where it came from I didn't know, all I knew was that it was black, it was jet black and fine. A sharp stabbing tore through my abdomen causing me to fall down further onto my elbows, then as it seemed like red hot knives drove about my insides, I fell sideways on to my side no longer caring what was happening. The guts in my lower abdomen were burning, and it felt like a handmade of fire was ripping about inside me and this time I was barely able to cry out, but what I did manage to screech was again in that blood curdling woman being murdered voice. Then it stopped as suddenly as it began, leaving me lying on the floor in a sweaty heap. "Oh God in heaven," I squeaked, but not in my voice, it was a higher sweet voice. "No, not God," said a voice startling me. It was the old woman but she looked different, like she did in the mirror sort of shifting. I am the Loa Papa Ghede, summoned here to punish, teach and resurrect a tormented soul, then she burst into laughter and produced a cigarette apparently from no-where. She spoke again after taking a long drag from it, "I have mounted this Mambo for you have been found unworthy, instead of embracing your sexuality you use it against others, unable to see or experience love you remain selfish and self centred." "Wha..." I squeaked. She spoke again, "Behold and experience life from the prospective of the ones you abuse." There was a silence and then she shifted just like she did in the mirror, but this time it was right in front of me. She seemed to stretch until she was about six foot four, and became all muscly with male features, in fact in front of my very eyes she became a man. "My God," was all I could squeak. "No," said the man, "like I said, I am Papa Ghede, and you are now..." he pause and placed his thumb and finger on his chin as in thought, then his face brightened and he said, "Louise, yes your name shall be Louise," then he laughed and took another drag on his cigarette, no! What the fuck, two cigarettes, then blew the smoke into my face. The world spun for a moment, then stopped. "What?" I said in that girly voice which was really becoming annoying, "No my name is Louise, no Louise, NO God damn it, it's Louise." What the fuck is going on I thought, my name is Jonathan, Jonathan Millway, then I opened my mouth and said, "Louise." "What the fuck have you done to me?" I screamed, "God damn you.... you freak." "I am Papa Ghede," he said calmly, "You may call me Papa, as "freak" sounds so unfriendly," he puffed again on his cigarettes. "All I have done is to give you a chance to redeem yourself. You can now see the world from another perspective, but be warned... You will now be treated how you treat others, and your actions and thoughts will be from others, for only this way will you understand," then he blew more smoke at me causing my head to spin again. "You're full of crap....Papa," I shouted at him, "I mean you Papa, aw fuck it." "Now I must be off," Papa said with a smile, "But first a little treat. If you would be so kind Louise, it's been some time since I had oral and you have such nice lips." "What? No way, is he suggesting....." I was thinking when a compulsion came over me. "No NO," my mind was screaming as I felt myself move towards him and kneel down. A flurry of thoughts ran through my mind as my hand rose and pulled out his big black cock, "Oh God no, please no," my mind was screaming again. But other thoughts were there inside me too, not mine, but they sort of felt like they were, just whispering in the background. "I hope I can please him, Will he love me, please let me good enough for him. Then to my horror as my small girly hand wrapped itself around his shaft, I leant forward and sucked the end of his dick into my mouth. My body was enjoying the taste and texture of his cock, and the whispering continued, "Hmm he tastes so good, he's nice and big, I wonder how far I can take it." I was fighting it as hard as I could, but I was unable to stop or get any control over myself. Eventually I tried just not to think about it, to think of work or anything but what I was doing, but when I let my guard down the other thoughts became my own. I rubbed his shaft with good long strokes, and with my other hand gently cupped and played with his balls as I sucked him deep. His musty saltiness tasted different but pleasant, and the soft sponginess felt good on my lips and tongue, and this made me suck at him harder as I took as much of his beautiful penis into my throat as I could. As I sucked I became aware of other feelings in my body, they were strange and alien to me as I had never experienced them before. First as I rocked back and forth sucking with eagerness, I felt movement on my chest in the form of a weighty jiggling sort of way. The strangest was coming from my dick, it didn't feel hard but I knew I was becoming aroused. Strange, but as I thought about it I couldn't feel my dick at all, instead I felt a wetness, a sticky sort of wet between my legs. Reality spun again, "Oh God," my mind was screaming again, "Oh God, Oh God, OhGodOhGodOhGod," I was a woman, a stupid fucking woman and I had a dick in my mouth, and, and it was cuming "Oh God," was my last thought as I felt it twitch, swell and with a man's laughter ringing in my ears, squirt it's hot sticky contents into my mouth and down my throat. It felt like there were gallons of it, and it kept squirting into me. At first it forced its way down into my throat causing me to swallow it, but there was too much and my cheeks inflated as it filled my mouth, until finally it sprayed out. It sprayed up my nose and down my cheeks and chin until finally I could feel it as it dripped down onto my chest, but it was all too much and finally my mind could take no more, and everything went black. I woke with a start, God what a weird nightmare, weird and bizarre, "Urg," I was thinking, "What was that horrible taste I had in my mouth it was a musty sal..... OhmyGod," I thought when I remembered and realized what it was just before I gagged. "No," I thought, "It's not, it was a dream, a nightmare caused by that old hag," but that though set me off and again I gagged. I leapt from the bed and staggered, "Shit what was wrong," I was thinking as I looked down. I saw tits, tits were hanging, well more bouncing and jiggling on my chest and then long black hair fell down in my view. "Shit shit shit," I muttered, "It wasn't a dream, but how? Why? Oh my God..." and with that sprinted to the bathroom. But I was too late, and I chucked up before I got to the toilet, although at least I managed to get it in the bath tub. I fell to the floor next to the bath and then leaning over the side puked again, then again, each time I thought of what I had done I heaved until there was nothing left. "Oh God!" I moaned as I turned round and lent my back against the cold exterior of the bath. Then through watering eyes I looked down at myself again, and yes, tits, large round firm tits, there was definitely no denying it, there they were, as clear as daylight, big white jiggly tits. I ran my hand over my face and brushed the hair away from in front of me, which now had vomit on it where it had fallen into the tub, but luckily only on the ends. Then I took another look, but this time down past the tits, down past the smooth flat stomach, afraid of what I would see. Down I gazed and finally to a bit of fine black pubic hair and... and nothing, no cock, no balls, just nothing except when I bent over a little more, I could see the beginnings of a slit. A shiver ran through me as I thought, "A slit, the slit of a pussy, a vagina, a cunt a fuck hole." Then with nothing else to do I pulled my knees up to my ches... tits to form a ball and sat staring over my pretty little knees, rocking slightly with tears in my eyes. "What had happed? HOW had it happened, I mean Voodoo, you've got to be taking the piss. And that guy, Papa, Papa Ghede he called himself," then I shuddered at the thought of what I had done. "And my name," I thought, "My name is Jonathan but he said..." I opened my mouth and said my name out aloud, but "Louise," was what came out. "Oh God what am I going to do," I thought to myself, before dragging my sorry ass off the floor and with a frightened curiosity went slowly to the mirror. What I saw was a frightened little girl. She was pretty despite her hair being a mess, and had big round innocent eyes looking out from a round pretty face. Her face was in turn, framed by jet black fine hair that must have run down to her ass. Her tits were large and firm with big brown nipples, and a waist which was narrow and spread out to wide full hips. Her pussy had a fine black pubic hair, which I had already seen, but the slit was more visible from where I was standing now, and formed a nice soft looking Camel Toe which pushed her thighs apart by nearly two inches. Her hips then ran down to strong thighs on top of long legs which ended in small pretty feet. She lifted her small hands to her face and studied the little tapered fingers with pretty nails. "Well," I said in her sexy girly voice, "If you were my secretary, I'd be banging you every day," but no, my sad attempt at a little humour didn't make me feel any better. I was smelly from the... from what had happened so instead of groping myself, rinsed out the bath and showered. I have to say I was in there for a long time, for when I lathered up the soap and ran it over my body it felt fabulous. I noticed my nipples becoming erect and they were like two lumps of that hard jelly they make sweets from, and God were they sensitive and I must have spent fifteen minutes alone playing with them. Then my breasts and Oo were they soft and sensual and so I rubbed, squashed and generally played with them too, enjoying the tingling and various other sensations they sent around my body. I tried to ignore it but it was impossible, for my pussy was tingling and felt, well it felt wet and I don't just mean from the water coming from the shower. Now fully of curiosity, I caressed my hands down over my stomach, around my pubis and very gently ran my fingers over my new labia. Oh, it felt so strange, so different and weird. I mean, well I had a chest as a man, but the tits now felt allot softer and sensitive; I had always had nipples and skin if only not as sensual as now. But this was completely different.... Pussies wasn't anything like a dick, and believe me, it felt nothing like one either. I traced my labia with my finger tip sensing its feelings and shape, and strangely it felt nice. Then after picking up enough courage, I slipped my middle finger between them, and wow, weird different but Oh so nice. I opened my legs a little more and fingered further down until I found the entrance to my body, then both a little frightened, but also curious, pushed my finger up inside myself. It was amazing as I could feel my pussy gripping my finger and my finger wriggling inside my pussy and oh, it was indeed Oh so nice. Gently I moved my finger around and in an in and out motion before slipping another one in beside it. I was in ecstasy it felt so nice, but when I bought the palm of my hand in and rubbed it against my labia and Mons I was rewarded with a divine pleasure. Then I remembered my clit, women always liked their clits being rubbed and licked and I wondered what it would be like. As I crouched down to get a better "feel", I pulled my slippery fingers from myself and slipped them up to where my clit should be. "Oh Oo," I gasped as my fingers rubbed around my hard little nub, and found my legs wobbling slightly. When the orgasm hit me it felt so strange, but so similar, like it was a normal mans orgasm only inside me and through me. "Oh," I squealed as my body tensed and pulsed, "Ooohhh," I squeaked again as it actually got stronger and washed over me in waves, then my feet slipped out from under me and I landed on my ass which effectively finished my exploration of my body. It was a minute before I managed to stand up again as my legs were shaky, God damn that was amazing, so different yet so familiar, but most certainly allot stronger than my usual climax. I left the shower and dried myself off noting how soft and sensitive my skin was not, causing even the soft towel to feel rough. I didn't know what to do with my hair, I tried the hair dryer from a draw but there was so much of the stuff and it took over half an hour to comb it through as it kept knotting up, I eventually managed though, although it did look a little dull when I had finished. Next I needed clothes, but my case was gone from the place I had dumped it when I arrived. When I looked around I found it empty in the bottom of the closet, this isn't what surprised me though. All the clothes hanging in the closet were women's clothes, and when I went through them, I found they were all skirts, blouses and a couple of dresses. "Shit," I thought, "Where fuck is my stuff?" then a thought struck me and I wondered..... In the dressing table I found a purse and in it a drivers licence, Louise Hannigan was the name and the picture was me, the now me that is. "Shit and God damn it," I muttered quietly. I didn't know what to do; I mean what could I do looking like this and in a foreign country, especially looking like this, like some stupid tart. "Fuck it," I said again," Fuck it fuck it fuck it," I said more loudly feeling my body shake with anger. I was hungry so decided to get something to eat but there was no way I was going out looking like this so called down to reception. "Hello," I said when the girl answered, "This is room 204, and I was wondering if I could get some room service." "I'm afraid the kitchen is closed Miss Hannigan," the girl replied, "There's a problem with the gas supply and it's completely shut down until the problem has been repaired, although I can promise you that there is no danger to you or any of our guests and it is only a precaution. Is there any other service I can get you?" "No, no thank you," I muttered before hanging up. "Damn it," I thought as it looked like I would have to venture out after all. With a sigh I rummaged around in the draws and found some underwear, all of it lacy and girly but as I had no choice, on went some silk and lace red panties, then with some struggling a red silk and lace bra. The panties were minimal in size, like the ones I liked my secretary to wear, but were amazingly comfortable, and snugly clung to my Mons and labia showing them off instead of hanging loose like my boxers. Then I found a skirt, it was a black pleated one which was the longest I could find but even that only went halfway down my thigh to above my knees. Then a blouse, a nice deep red with a silky sheen, but wouldn't fasten up to the top so the top of my tits were exposed. All the shoes were heels, the smallest being two inches but looked like a sandal with straps which went up over my ankle and half way up my shin. I was a bit wobbly at first but managed to get around, and although fearful of twisting my ankles, I was now starving so grabbing a stupid little handbag to put my purse in, as the clothes didn't seem to have pockets in, headed out the door in search of food. People were watching me, they watched me walk down the street, looked at my body, and were trying to look at my tits. It was all guys, they knew who I was, what had happened, oh, it was so grose, guys were using their eyes all over me. They would stare at my body, my tits and my ass, but would only glance at my face. Even guys driving past would look; I could see their heads turning as they drove to get a better look. "NO," I thought, no they don't know, I mean how could they, no they are checking me out, they were lusting after my body.... Ew, it was just... Ew!!!!! Finally, I managed to find a small coffee shop and went inside, then found an empty table next to a window so I could look out, but in a position where people couldn't see me that well. I actually found I wasn't as hungry as I thought which was a good job as they didn't do full meals, just buns and coffee. I got myself a rich chocolate Mocha and a big muffin which was packed with cherries, Mmmm, well I thought I would treat myself after all the stress I'd been through. I watched the people go by, watching how they acted, especially the women as I needed some tips to blend in more, only little things like how they walked and held themselves. One thing I did notice was how they never made eye contact with men, and when they did it was only for a fraction of a second. I was dragged back to the coffee shop by a movement across from me as someone sat down at my table, it was the hag. "You!!!" I hissed, "What the fuck have you done you bitch? Why did you turn me into this, this, this freaky stupid girly woman thing????" She just nodded and smiled her toothless smile before replying, "I didn't, Papa did, and it's his way you know as he finds it funny, a bit of a joker old Papa is." I said nothing while the waitress put a small pot of tea down in front of the hag, "Thank you my dear," she said to the girl as she turned and left, who nodded with what appeared to be in reverence. "Turning guys into girls is funny," I gasped, "What sort of twisted fuck is he?" The hag looked at me with disapproval and in a way which sent a shiver down my spine before replying, "Papa is a spirit, the first one and the keeper of the gates to the next world, be very careful of what you say disbeliever, be very careful indeed." "Hey," I snapped, "I don't believe in all this evil Voodoo shit right, well I believe it exists but it's not real, it's just a way to hurt and control people." The old woman just looked at me and shook her head before answering. "Vodou as it is correctly known is real and I'm surprised you still don't believe it, I mean, just look at yourself. More importantly, it is no more "evil" than your own religion; in fact it exists as a direct result from the persecution by your religion. Besides all that, you're only in the position you are now because of your cruelty caused by your own selfish needs and wants, someone wants revenge and to teach you how badly you treat others, and this is how they're doing it. Papa likes it too, he's well up for eroticism, you know, just love's the sex thing." I was a bit shaken by her revelation.... someone's out to get me, and now I felt very vulnerable. Damn who was it, who would wish this on me I didn't know, but the more I thought about it, the longer the list got. I mean there were loads of suspects from the many tarts I'd nailed and dumped. And also in the business arena, Christ that was a dog eat dog place and damn I had made enough enemies there. I was bought out of my thoughts with the smell of smoke and when I looked up, he, was there. "God damn," I spluttered, when I saw him. He was dressed differently this time, wearing a top hat and a pair of sunglasses, although one of the lenses was missing, but he was still puffing on two cigarettes. The waitress came back over and picked up the teapot and cup, then placed an ashtray in front of him, just like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Papa!!!!" I snapped when she left, "What do you want of me now? Or have I suffered enough and your here to change me back?" "Oh my Louise," Papa grinned, "Such a feisty pretty thing you are. But no, I have passed that on, you shall stay as you are until another decides," then he put his head back and laughed out loudly. He puffed some more on his cigarette before continuing, "No I'm more of popping in to see how my little love is doing and I see she's doing fine, besides, I do like taking on the flesh and my Mumba is so willing, you know, she's my favourite and now it's so natural for us, so easy for transformation," then he let out a deep satisfied sigh. "Look papa," I hissed, "Where I come from I have power; I control loads of assets and can get you anything you want, anything. All I ask in return is to be changed back, just to be me again, and then I can give you everything, girls, cars a beautiful mansion in the country....." Papa held up his hand, then leaning forward blew smoke in my face before saying, "I can see why you're in the position you are. You have no power, and what little control you had now belongs to someone else. And my dear sweet thing, what would I want with your material possessions, girls, I have many and all willing, cars, why would I want such a destructful force of transport, and I have a whole world to live in. No I have passed on your fate, you have and never had anything to offer me, so lay back and enjoy the ride," then with his laughing still ringing in my ears he was gone, leaving the hag sitting there looking a little dazed. "Well I'm done here," she said as she got up, and then, "Enjoy yourself," she cackled as she made her way out. I was dismayed, I was stuck like this and someone else had control of my life. Who I had no idea, why, that I could only guess at, but I knew now that it must be one of my rivals, desperate at my success had turn to magic to take control, well, even I had to admit that I hadn't seen that one coming. Dejected, after I left the cafe I wandered the streets unsure what to do next. I mostly ignored, well the best I could, all the men leering at my body. Christ it was disgusting the way they did that, and most of the time not even hiding it. I could see it in their eyes, the lust and depravity, the way they just wanted my body to use and abuse, and to an extent it was creepy. I found that I would stay in the main streets and populated areas, I had to put up with the men watching me, but decided it was better than meeting one, on my own in a back alley, a thought which I found actually frightened me. I found myself pondering this thought. Yes I was physically weaker, in fact a lot weaker and now defenceless against even young lads, and they had an urge which could make them dangerous. I walked head down with my arms crossed in front of me like a shield, and decided to make my way back to the hotel and the safety of my room. As I made my way across the foyer, I saw the bar was open so decided to get a drink to settle my nerves. I sat on a stool at the end of the bar and ordered a bottle of Bud, I pint I decided would be too big so bottles it was going to be. The smell of food coming from the kitchen made my stomach rumble as I was still hungry. Wait a minute, I thought the kitchen was closed, what the fuck!!! "Hey," I said and caught the barman's attention, "I thought the kitchen was closed." He looked at me glancing at my breasts before replying, "No Mam, it's been open all day, would you like something?" I decided against pushing it as I knew they were all in on it, or probably not even aware of what was going on, after all, if Papa could turn me into a chick, what was a little mind control? I got myself a toasted cheese sandwich and was just finishing it when Bill, one of my colleagues walked in. He looked around and when he saw me came and stood next to me. "Hello," he said in a smooth tone, "Its quiet here today isn't it." I ignored him, after all I knew what he was like after all, for we'd swopped stories of our conquests many a time. A voice whispered in my ear, "Oh, he's nice isn't he, nicely dressed, lovely smooth deep voice...." "Nooo," I thought, "No no no, get out of my head. But instead I turned to him and said, "Yes it is a bit, my names Louise what's yours?" Bills face split with a wide grin, "William," he said, "But you can call me Bill, would you like another drink?" I was screaming in my head as the whispers took control of my body, they accepted the drink, then another four which made my body drunk. Bill was a smooth talker, and although he spoke allot he didn't seem to say anything, just flattered and sucked up to Louise and to my horror I found my body becoming aroused. Bill was working me like a pro, but although I knew what he was after, the voices wouldn't let me get away. I felt giddy and like I could trust him, which I knew wasn't the case, but the whispering made me feel that way. I wondered if this was how the girls I had seduced over the years felt, had they been so naive to believe what a man told them when he was on the pull, I mean, I knew it was all lies just to get me into their panties, but did they actually believe it? Bill was right next to me now with a hand on my hip, then he lent forward and whispered in my ear, "God you're so beautiful, fancy coming out the back for a little fun?" "Nooo," I screamed in my mind, "Yes, Ok then," my sweet voice said as my face beamed a big smile. Bill led me by my hand through the lower corridors of the hotel until we were out the back, "Here will do nicely," he said as he put his arms around me, "A little danger of being caught is so exciting isn't it," then he kissed me. Ug it was grose, his stubble against my face as he put his tongue into my mouth with a little forcefulness. I felt sick inside, Oh God I was kissing another man and he was touching me, oh it was just so disgusting. The voices and my body however, responded differently to what I was thinking. Bills hands were all over my body causing conflicting feelings and emotions to course through me. My body felt good, as it liked being touched, but my mind was reeling with repulsion. My God, another man was groping me, holding me and... and pressing his hard cock against me, and my body and whispers loved it but I felt sick. Worse though, was that it was becoming twisted, as the more he groped, touched and fondled, the more my body became turned on, and to my horror I found I was becoming turned on. I found that I wasn't thinking of him as another man, in fact I wasn't thinking of him at all, it was the sensations running through my body, my skin and flesh, Oh, they were just so, so delightful. I found myself kissing him back, not because the voices were making me, well I think, I mean they were still there, but it just felt so good. I was also pressing myself against him with my arms draped around his neck like a common slut, it just felt so good, but I also felt a need growing, a need in my loins like an emptiness. I didn't even flinch when I felt his hand under my skirt, tracing the form of my labia with his finger tips. In fact I found my legs parting for him, but it was more instinct rather than the voices or me. I let out a gasping moan as he pushed his finger between my pussy lips, squeezing the now wet fabric of my panties against my clitoris. I felt my legs turning to jelly as he then slipped my panties to one side and slipped a finger up into my soaking pussy hole. I moaned and groaned at the pleasure as he fingered my snatch, rubbing around it and slipping in and out of me. I was aware of him shifting and in a foggy distance heard a zip being drawn, then the jangling of a heavy belt buckle, but I didn't care, I was in heaven. After only a moment, Bill shifted his stance and pressed himself between my legs, and then as he shuffled around I felt his hand move and something large pressing at my entrance like he was holding something to it. My mind started to clear, the pleasure slowly starting to clear like a misty morning, but it was too late. Bill kissed me deeply muffling my cries as he pushed himself against me, sliding the full thick length of his cock into my soaking wet, wanting, hole. "Oh God," I whimpered as he slid the whole of his length into me, I wanted him to stop, take the thing out of me, it was disgusting. But I could feel him stretching me, filling me, making me groan with ecstasy, "Condom," was all I could say though. "Yes of course," Bill grunted as he lifted me up by my thighs and slammed into me making me let out a squeal. Oh it felt so good, strange and very different but definitely good. It was weird the way I could feel him inside me, filling and stretching with each thrust, in fact it felt so good that I knew I was going to cum. Suddenly Bills breathing became erratic and he convulsed gripping me tightly, "Oh God," I thought as I thought he was having a heart attack. "Oh God," he gasped as he gripped and thrust, then I felt it. I felt his cock thrust into me and he held it there, I felt it twitch and throb and as Bill let out a loud groan, I felt hot sticky fluid squirt into me. "No," I gasped, "No, I'm not ready, keep going; keep, a little more...." But no, he was done. "Aww God I needed that," he groaned as he lent into me, "Christ that was great," he then added with a grin. "But I wasn't ready," I moaned. "Aw now," he butt in, "Don't say you didn't enjoy yourself, you were moaning and wiggling all over the place." Then he pulled his deflating cock out of me. It felt strange having it withdrawn, it left an emptiness in me and an unbelievable wetness down there. It was as it trickled down my inner thigh that reality kicked in bringing me back to earth with a thump. "What the fuck!!!" I squealed as I dipped my fingers in the sticky mess, "That's cum, you bastard, you came inside me, you said you were wearing a condom." "No I didn't," he grinned, "You muttered something about one, but I thought you said I didn't need one, Oh well, too late now," and then the bastard actually used my skirt to clean off his dick. I felt sick, oh my God what had I done, I felt like I was going to throw up, my head span and all I could think was, "Oh God, Oh God OhGodOhGodOhGod." I came out of it a bit just as Bill was saying, "Hey it's been good an' all, but I've got to fly, maybe we can hook up again sometime," then gave a wave over his shoulder as he walked off. I felt like shit, my body was on fire with a pent up desire, an unfulfilled need. On top of that the whispering was gone leaving me in the cold light of what I'd done, which was I'd just let another guy fuck me, and then he'd cum inside me. Oh God I had a man's semen in me, ew and on me as I felt it run out of me and down my leg. I gagged, then I puked, Oh God it was grose, how could he? Why would he? The bastard, the compleat bastard had just used me and then dumped me.... I puked again. I felt dishevelled, mucky and dirty, and when I moved more of his semen dribbled. My panties were wet with the stuff so I slipped them off and crouched slightly before wiping myself, and Oh God it was gross, which made me gag each time I wiped. Finally I felt I had got it all, so straightening my skirt threw the sticky panties into a bin and made my way back into the hotel heading for my room. Damn it all, I had to go through the foyer again so put my head down and set off. I heard Bills voice as I stomped forward and just caught, "........reat fuck and you should have seen the look on her face when I dumped my load." I skidded to a halt when I heard him which was a big mistake, for as I stood glaring at him I felt another release of cum dribbling down my thigh, and as it reached my knee Bill saw me, smiled and raised his glass. What made it worse was that all his (and my) mates turned as in unison and stared at me. Silence fell and although it seemed like an eternity, it was only seconds. I stared speechless and then as the cold semen wormed its way into the crack of my knee, I spun on my heel and fled to the safety of my room with the sound of laughing in my ears and tears stinging my eyes. I flung myself down onto the bed and cried, bawling my eyes out at the humility I had just experienced. Then I cried for the loss of my life, my manhood and the control it gave me. I was a successful business man, a well paid job with minions to run after my every whim. In fact I had so much control that at times; I felt like I could reach out and make or break companies, even sometimes people. Now what was I, a nothing, a cum ridden slut, a useless stupid woman to be used and abused... No, it wasn't going to be like that, no fucking way. With tears in my eyes and stickiness on my skin I made my way into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. My pale skin looked grey, my hair a mess and my eyes.... all I could see was despair. I picked up the glass from the sink and smashed it and with shaking hands and tearful vision drew a shard across my wrist cutting deep into the flesh. Nothing happened!!!!!! I cut again but still nothing happened, no pain, no spurting blood nothing. It was like the flesh closed back up without even leaving a mark, except for a brief moment where I could see tendons, veins flesh and even a glimpse of bone. A laugh echoed around the room, a deep menacing laugh followed by a voice which I now recognised all too well. "No child, not for you, not the easy way out." Then in the mirror there he was....Papa. He blew smoke which wafted around my face and in my nostrils, "Oh," he said, "Oh I wish I could welcome you to the gates, such a good soul wrapped in self need, bitterness and hate toward it's fellow breed, Oh what a trophy you would be, but alas no. It's a shame but you belong to another, who it seems, sees goodness in you. Indeed good vision they possess for others only see your outer shell which some fear, others hate and despise, all but one, sees fit to love you and save you. But first you must learn experience your own treatment which I already see you cannot stand, but a deal is a deal so unfortunately you must stay amongst the living." Then he lent forward and blowing another plume of smoke in my face, vanished with a manic laugh. Now I knew I was in hell, a living hell at that, trapped as an undead tart unable to die and equally unable to live, why Oh why was this happening to me. Like a zombie, (well it seemed appropriate given my situation), I stripped off my soiled clothing and stepped into the shower and cleaned the stench of Bill from my body, and as much as I could from the inside, then still naked flopped onto the bed and cried myself to sleep. I woke late in the morning, and I have to say feeling refreshed having slept right through. I again assessed my situation, and decided to view it from a business angle meaning that I would analyse it and leave the emotions out of it all. This gave me a better understanding of my situation at least, although I knew I was stuck like this now, well at least until the culprit revealed himself. I was a woman, and a hot one at that. Everyone saw me as this woman as well, which made things easier as I didn't have to explain anything. I had clothes and somewhere to stay, and well, that was it really, not a lot to bargain with. Downside was, I was still a man inside, I was me, who hated physical contact with other men (obviously). I had voices in my head which made me, and my body, attracted to these men and to have sex with them. Well the sex was actually nice, but the men weren't, they used me and left their... well their smell on me. It was great during but as soon as the voices went, Ug, it was just gross. Well, all in all not much to go on, and it seemed that my only plan of action was to try to adapt to guys, hmm no, no way, that just wasn't going to happen, I mean you can't just up and change your sexual preferences could you, even if you had changed sex. Well I was nowhere closer to an answer, so where did that leave me, yep, up shit creek that's where. I didn't bother getting dressed, in fact for most of the morning I just lay in the bed just letting thoughts drift through my mind. My body still felt different but at the same time the same, after all it was the same except smaller and weaker, and obviously the tits and cunt being the most different. My cunt... it still sounded weird, my cunt, not hers or theirs but mine, my cunt and tits. Ok the tits didn't really mean much as I had a chest and nipples before, just not as well defined or sensitive, or wobbly, and they felt nice, so nice in fact that I would find myself tweaking my nipples, or just mashing them together grabbing them with my hands. My pussy though was another completely different ball game. There was nothing there, like I was always aware of my cock and balls, feeling them move or get stiff at the slightest erotic thought, but now there was nothing, just a set of pussy lips forming a slit. It didn't feel of anything, and when I slipped my hand over it, it just sat there doing nothing. Ok it was strange when I did get aroused, it was like I had pissed slightly and I could feel the wetness between the lips and a wanting warmth inside me, but that was it, no bulge, no hardness magnifying the need, just a warm wet. Except of course the salty smell left by Bills cum, which, even after I showered and slept, still seemed to weep out of me! Bills cum, Bills jizz, Bills semen in my cunt, it was grose. But now I didn't care, I mean I did care but now it just was, it was just Bills jizz inside my cunt which would leak out every now and again, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was becoming desensitized to it, just like I suppose billions of women around the world, you had a pussy, it leaked get over it, that's what they do, leak. As for it being cum, well it was just that... cum, a man's seminal fluid, and I'd produced gallons of that during my time, had it on me, squeezed and dripped on my body, even tasted it, ok, I was younger and thought she had swallowed it, ew what a nasty surprise that was, but it was only the thought I suppose, God I wonder how much cum had been swallowed over time. Eventually I got up, but it was due to hunger than anything else, besides I was getting bored (believe it or not), of fingering myself and playing with my tits. I didn't bother with room service as I didn't even know if it would work, or would the kitchen be "closed" again. No, this time I was going out, not just going out because I had to, this time I was going out because I wanted to, and more importantly as a woman, as I was going to make the best of what I had. I went shopping, I don't know why, but I just wasn't up to doing the things my man self would do, which was drinking, shagging and maybe a little golf. No, instead I went around the shops looking at clothes for some bizarre reason, and some jewellery. I ate (undisturbed this time), in a small cafe near the beach finding that now I could only eat a fraction of what I could before, with a very faint distant whispering telling me to avoid fatty or sugary food, so just had a salad followed by a small cherry bun with an ice tea (to hell with the voices, a girl has to treat herself). This only took me to mid afternoon, so I made my way back to the hotel, dropped off my things, and then with nothing to do found myself beside the pool wearing a micro bikini sunning myself. It was heavenly lying there basking in the sun, I now knew why girls loved it so much, and the tan bit just being an excuse. I must have been there for a couple of hours and was lashing on some more sun cream when Todd, another one of my associates came up to me and offered to help. Immediately the voices began, and in no time he had my bikini undone and was rubbing it into my back. Dan another one of the lads came over and then the two lads began with the come on, much to the whispering voices delight, causing my body to start with the feelings of arousal. In my mind I turned off, as it was no good resisting, that I knew already, so I "sat" back and decided to just enjoy the show, as you already probably know, every guy likes watching porn, although this time I did have a unique view. Well next thing I knew I was in Todd's room getting double teamed by the two lads, one taking me from behind while the other was sunk up to his bollocks down my throat. Two hours after that I carefully made my way back to my own room, the taste of cum in my mouth, the feel of it dribbling down my legs and severe carpet burns on my knees and back. The next day it was Ben, which meant I walked a little funny with my asshole stinging and burning, oh, and also dripping cum. The rest of the week went pretty much like that, just being controlled by the voices and abused by the guys, although it seemed that it just applied to them, as the voices never appeared when I interacted with anyone else. Finally the day came for me to go home, although I was apprehensive about that too. I mean I just looked forward to getting away from this nightmare, but at the same time what would happen when I got home? What would Clare say? Would she even accept me or believe me, I just didn't know but I had to start somewhere. I had almost told myself that this would all end when I left Haiti, and that I would change back on the plane, but deep down I doubted it. I checked out and some lad loaded my case in the Taxi for me as I found I could hardly lift the case that I had so easily carried with one hand when I arrived. There were no problems at the airport, Louise Hannigan passed through check in with a breeze and I was tucked up in my seat and we were off before I knew it. 10 minutes into the flight the fasten seat belt signs chimed off, then to my utmost horror Ben appeared by my side and the whispering began. Caught unexpectedly, my high delight of going home crashed as I knew my ass was going to be introduced to the mile high club, "No not now," I pleaded in my mind, "Please let me go." Ben was trying his best but I remained seated, Christ I bet they were all going to try to have me, to take me like a cheap whore in the tiny toilet humiliating me one last time, but I remained seated. I could control my body, Ok, not as much like full control but enough to stop it being controlled. The voices were becoming more quiet too, more distant as I gained control of myself, "Damn it," I wondered, "I wonder if it was because we were getting further away from Haiti, the control base must be there," there was hope after all. I blew Ben out of the water, not as I intended, which was by humiliating him in front of his mates, but more gently by explaining that my holiday was over and I had other things to consider. The rest of the trip was quiet except for the stewardess asking if I was alright as I was crying, oh, if only she knew... I slept for most of the trip, and a deep peaceful sleep at that, like a huge weight had been lifted, Ok I was still a chick, but a chick with my own mind, an uncontrolled mind. A wave of disappointment washed over me when I finally woke as I was still Louise, still a stupid woman, but at least my mind was still my own, I could still think of the lads as a load of mindless jerks without becoming aroused, that part at least was a relief. But I still had to confront Clare, and get her to believe it was me in here, and to get her to help me find out who did this, and why. We landed and again I breezed through customs with only lecherous glances from the security, but my car was gone from the car park, my ticket had vanished too or I'd lost it which was the more obvious answer. The Taxi driver was nice though and helped me with my case, both into the Taxi and back out to my front door when I got home. I stood at the front door for what seemed like hours before putting my key in. Finally the moment of truth was upon me, what would Clare say? Would she believe me? Or would she just call the police? I didn't have a choice as I had no-where else to go, and so with a deep breath I reached up and slid the key into the lock. She wasn't waiting as I expected her to be, maybe she was out shopping, "No," I thought, she knew I was coming home today. I had just closed the door when I heard movement, "Damn, she was home." A figure moved from the sitting room and into the hall opposite me and I nearly collapsed.... It was me. "Hello honey," the man who was me said, "You took your time." "Who? What?" I stammered. "Aw, is that anyway to greet your wife," he said with a grin, "Did your holiday with the lads go well? Did you get as much fucking as you wanted my love?" He added with a wink. I was speechless, what was going on? "Tell you what," he said, "Why don't you come into the sitting room and let me explain, but first you'd better make us a nice cup of tea." I stood rooted to the spot not knowing what to do. Then the man turned, "I said make us some tea you stupid little woman." Then as quick as a flash, he hit me across the side of my face with the back of his hand. The world flashed and I tasted blood from where my cheek cut on my teeth, and as I shook my head to clear it, he said loudly, "TEA," and raised his hand again making me flinch. I jumped to attention and quickly said, "Yes I'm going, straight away," and almost ran into the kitchen. God that had hurt and I still felt a little dazed, what was going on? Why was he me? In fact who was he? Surely he wasn't Papa... Then it struck me. My God, he had said, "That's no way to greet your wife", "No-way, that's not possible," I said quietly as I realized who he was. I finished making the tea and took it to him in the other room, and placed it on the table next to where he was sitting. "Clare?" I asked as I stood in front of him, "Is that you?" "Hey, give the stupid girl a prize," he sneered, "Took a while didn't it, but I suppose that's your stupid woman's brain that's confusing you." "I'm not stupid!" I retorted, and then flinched back as he made like he was going to get up. "Strange," he said as he sat back in his chair, "When I was a woman, you always said I was stupid. So tell me Louise, what makes you so different to all those other idiot women in the world." He grinned before adding, "What? Cat got your tongue, or is your inferior girl brain still struggling with things?" "No," I muttered," then more clearly I asked, "Clare, what's going on?" "Ok then," he said getting a little more comfortable, "Where Oh where to start. Well tell you what, you sit your pretty little ass down and I'll tell you exactly what's going on." I sat on the end of the couch, noting how he leered at me like a hungry dog. "Well it's like this," he began. "I'm you now, and I'm going to treat you like you treated me until I decide when..... Or if, we change back. I loved you, I loved you with all my heart, but you changed. That damn job turned the man I loved, that sweet kind man, into a wife beating, self centred, cheating lying bastard. And why, well I don't know, but I reckon that you not being able to father children has something to do with it, as it made you bitter with the world. Don't deny it; it is you, because I've had tests so I know it's not me. What I never understood though, is why you took it out on me, why you turned against me, because all I ever did was love you and stand by you." I didn't know what to say so just looked at the floor. I suppose I had always considered the possibility that it might be me, and if it was, how much less of a man that would make me. But ironically, if I had just accepted it, I would have still been a man instead of this. So in an attempt to change the subject I asked, "So how did this happen? Why am I like this?" "Well it would appear I'm not as stupid as you thought," he said as he reached over and took out of the top draw of the small table next to his arm chair, the doll that was on my bed, my poppet. As soon as I saw it I started to get up to grab it, but before I could, he casually tossed it over to me. "When I booked your hotel for your "golfing" holiday, oh yes, I know all about you're cheating my love. Anyway when I was looking for it, I did some research on Haiti and became intrigued on the subject of Voodoo. And then I came across a link to a Mambo, that's female voodoo priestess to you dear, who claimed to posses the power to help people with ANY problem. She claimed to do this with the aid of a Loa, a spirt, and for a fee of course. I did allot of research on the subject and finally decided to take a chance and arranged for her to "do her magic" so to speak. And well as it was your money I used, what did I have to lose, besides if it didn't work all I would get would be another beating, and hell, I'd probably get one of those anyway." He looked at me as I fiddled with the doll trying to activate it and change me back. "Be careful with that, you really don't want to break it," he said after a moment. "Why?" I asked gloomily, "It doesn't work." "Oh, it works alright," he said with a smirk, "Only it's been keyed to me now so only I can work it." He laughed, "Oh, the look on your face is just priceless. Do you actually think I'd let you have control over it, hmm let me think, em, No fucking way is the answer. No, you're going to be my bitch for a long time yet." Finally it all fell into place, it was Clare, she was the one Papa had spoken about, she was the one that had caused this. I was fucked and I knew it, as Clare definitely had me by the short and curlys now. "Please Clare," I begged, I'll change, we'll get tests I'll quit work and get another job...." Clare's.... My face brightened, "Yes a job," he said, "Come here and give me a blow job, I always wondered what you saw in those so I want one!" "What? No it's grose," I spluttered. "You never thought so when you made me do it, so off you go," and then he lent back. I didn't move, no way, and I wasn't under a spell now so there weren't any whispering voices making me. "NOW!!!" he barked, slapping the arms of the chair when he did. I jumped in shock, and then feeling small vulnerable got off my seat then went over to him. "Please, please don't," I whispered. "No, it's not nice is it," was his reply, "But then you never really gave me a choice did you, no, you either demanded or emotionally blackmailed me, used my love and devotion against me. And now it's my turn, so suck