Although Olga’s commanding voice filled Pam with terror, she refused
to debase herself any further. Yes, she was totally helpless and Olga
could do whatever she wanted to her, but Pam was not going to actively
contribute to her own humiliation. “Are you listening to me, worm-girl?
I commanded you to lick my sphincter!” Olga shouted in her thick
German accent as she squirmed on the sofa, grinding Pam’s face in her
ass crack. Pam quivered with terror, but still refused to follow Olga’s
commands. What could Olga do that could possibly make things worse?
Suddenly,
the massive pressure of Olga’s planet-sized ass was lifted and Pam was
momentarily blinded by light. She took in the fresh air in enormous,
desperate gasps, but her relief soon evaporated as she looked up to see
Olga towering over her with her hands on her hips, glowering down at Pam
with a cold, hateful stare.
“I see things are worse than I thought,” Olga said, drawing her wand. “You truly have forgotten your place, worm-girl.”
“I’m
sorry, Olga,” Pam pleaded desperately, “But I think I’ve made a mistake
by deciding to get back together with you! Could you just undo your
pillow spell and let me get on with my day?”
After a
beat, Olga began to chuckle deeply. When her chuckling evolved into a
maniacal cackle, Pam began quivering with terror once more. “Let you
get on with your day?” Olga asked. “Pam, my love, when you enter into
an S&M relationship with a witch, you never get on with your day
ever again. You are an object, now, and you exist only for me! I own
you!”
“You can’t do this, Olga!” Pam replied, equal parts horrified and angry. “I’m unwilling! This is illegal!”
Again,
Olga chuckled. “Pam, you do not understand. When I say that I own
you, it doesn’t mean the same thing that it meant when I said that to
you five years ago. In the eyes of the law, I own you. People who have
been magically transformed into objects have no protections under U.S.
law, and they can be legally owned by people just like any other
object.”
Suddenly, Pam began quaking with hopeless
terror. She remembered reading a series of articles on the subject in
The New Magic Times. “Does that mean you’re never going to reverse your
spell? I’m going to be a pillow forever?”
“No, no,
Pam, my love,” Olga said, smiling and chuckling softly. “Make no
mistake, I am not going to transform you into a person again anytime
soon; you will spend the bulk of your time as a series of objects for me
to own, use and debase. But still, I would advise you to cooperate
with me, or else I will never, ever transform you back into a woman. I
will turn you into something disposable and throw you away, or turn you
into food and devour you. Now, I give you one final chance!"
Olga
flopped her ass down on poor Pam's pillow face, and the impact
flattened her out, forcing air through her mouth and nostrils. "Now,"
Olga commanded one last time, "Lick my dirty asshole! This is your last
chance, worm! Lick my asshole now!"
Pam will...
...lick Olga's asshole
