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Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

All of the voices stopped and looked to her. The two visible women grinned, and the final voice stepped from the shadows. It was confusing when they were in that surreal darkness, but now there were no more echoing voices that sounded as if they came from all around her.

The last woman revealed her face to Miley by lowering the hood of her identical cloak. Like the other women she was gorgeous in a way that suggested fine breeding and money, hiding their true origins as quite ordinary girls of the sort that might have worshiped Miley if born a few years later and not for certain happenstances of fate. But she looked to be in the same general age range of the others, somewhere around thirty.

"You're not as stupid as the television makes you out to be. Most girls don't realize how stupid those words make them sound. Well... alright. I accept it. It's really her, and she's really worth it. Points? No, wait. Why bother? I forfeit."

Kimiko nodded. "Me too. That thing will kill us if we lie and it's pretty clear this beats any of the girls we caught. There isn't any one upping her. Except for maybe Demi. Well, Selena does have that face, but I just can't resist how honest Demi is about herself."

The black woman rolled her eyes at the little rant. "Grow up, Kim. They're for teenagers. It's stupid sitcoms and bad pop."

"HEY! BOTH OF YOU! SHUT IT!" The other two women look offended by Claire's scream, but they quickly shut their mouthes upon remembering who the new boss is.

Claire seemed surprised for a moment before grinning. "WELL NOW! Isn't this SO much easier than the three of us fighting? It's so nice to have leadership, finally. Kim. You will tell me about those two later. Selena and Demi. Miley had some interesting thoughts about them and I want to see if they're true."
 
It was odd, seeing these women fight and quarrel. Somehow, Miley hadn't expected the evil cult that would kidnap her for whatever reason would do something like this. Not really. This came off like something from one of their movies, though the girls were all stunningly attractive instead of bumbling fools. Still, Miley held her tongue, tempting though it was to mouth off. Wasn't going to get her anywhere if she did.

Though when their conversation turned to Miley's contemporaries, the brunette had to nearly stifle a giggle. Something told her that Selena would be worth way more than either she or Demi, given the circumstance. That girl liked to wave her purity in everybody's face. Probably didn't help that she was dating that near girl, Bieber now. Honestly there were times when Miley didn't know why Selena and Demi didn't just come out already.

"Hey, did we forget I was here?" she asked, looking around. "I'm your captive or something, right? I at least want to know what you're going to do to me."

Though in reality, she wasn't quite so sure about that...
 
The three looked to her again. Claire stepped forward, and it seemed the quarreling was at an end. Miley did not know it but they had spent ten years fighting for possession of the book, forced to compete in a contest to see who could score the biggest prize. The prize being innocent young girls seduced in public with the book's powers. And should they lie about their opinion of another's conquest or try to cheat, they would die. Attempts to leave the contest would result in death. They were bound to the book and bound to find a leader. With Claire now victorious, the fighting would finally cease.

"Don't play stupid. You know exactly what's going to happen to you. We're not going to torture or murder you. So, what else would a woman who hangs around in a lesbian club and her two friends want with a nubile, eighteen year old girl with one of the best bodies around, one that millions of people want but none but a few boys who fumbled the ball when given the chance have touched?"

Claire didn't wait for an answer to the rhetorical question. "Now then... I want to show you something." She produced a cell phone from her cloak, smirking. "Only one person recorded the incident. Believe me. No other evidence exists of your little... episode." She opened it and pressed a few buttons on the device.

The blonde walked to Miley's side and turned the phone, putting it right to her face so she could see when the button was pressed. Everything was on video, with full audio. From the moment they started dancing to Miley screaming out for more and orgasming in full view of the public, with Club Sappho's interior clearly able to be made out.

"This is so you understand. I do NOT want to release this video. I really don't. But I cannot keep you chained up on this altar forever. You understand? You will be set free. And you will return to us. Of your own free will. If you don't, just think of what your father will think when he sees this. Think of your career, and his, and your family's name. Only you can choose to release this video to the media, by choosing to tell someone about what we have done and plan to do to you."

The three of them were completely cold as they laid out their ultimatum, taking not just Miley's body but her entire life hostage.
 
Blackmail. It was blackmail, pure and simple. Though, admittedly, very well planned and very well executed blackmail. Miley also couldn't help but be more than a little flattered here. They wanted her not for money or to torture or anything like that; they wanted her because she was smoking hot and had made money off her looks. Because lets face it, nobody would have bought Hannah Montana lunchboxes if some ugly chick's face had been printed on the cover.

Still, they had-- wait, had Claire just specifically outlined Miley's sexual life/ How the hell did she know that? That was very, very private information, and there were maybe a handful of people in the whole world who knew that. Then again, this was clearly some kind of conspiracy, and Miley really suspected foul play was involved. not that she could think or worry on tht right now. They had her just where they wanted her. Until Miley could think of some means of escape, she'd have to keep coming back.

Probably the most torturous part of it was knowing that some small part of her wanted to come back. seeing her locked up body screaming like that had awakened that within, reminding her of what it had felt like. Miley certainly wouldn't mind feeling like that again, even if it meant giving in to these women's scheme.

"Okay," she said, figuring that she should say something. "I'll keep it secret. I'll even come back when you want me to. But, um, what are we going to do now? I'm chained up here, and..."

Realization dawned. Chained. Girls from a lesbian bar. Didn't want to hurt. Suddenly a flush took over Miley's body. Something told her she was about to start writhing fairly soon.
 
Claire let out a chuckle as she saw the comprehension on Miley's face.

The dress had hinted at her form, but when she tossed the cloak off it revealed what lay beneath it, that being absolutely nothing. Her form was as flawless and immaculate as her face. In fact, too perfect. Though there was no touch of a cosmetic artist she seemed to lack any blemishes. Even beauty marks or little scars from her past. She was perfect, not unrealistically sexy but definitely worthy of being a model and with such even and smooth features that it was like hard to believe anyone came out so naturally symmetrical.

Her shape was as lithe and wonderful as hinted at, more so perhaps. It was a classical beauty, like something an artist would have chiseled from stone in days long past. Hollywood might cast her in such roles as Helen of Troy, and her stern but very attractive face was the kind that would make her believable commanding armies as Joan of Arc were she young enough for the role. Not to say that age had diminished her beauty. All three of the women wore it in a way that only made them attractive in a different way. They hadn't yet acquired the wrinkles or sags of age, though they wore the allure that came with a woman who was still young yet had the maturity and experience that a tender girl like Miley lacked.

"Lisa, tighten her. Kim, get the book."

They followed their instructions, but do not shed their clothing as their leader did. Lisa walked to the large column and the wooden hand crank. "Which ones?"

"Just the arms." The response from Claire came as she reached out to tear away the silk sheet so that anything left to cover Miley would be well out of her reach.

And that reach became much shorter when Lisa adjusted a dial on the side of the large column and then turned the crank. Both chains attached to Miley's wrists retracted into the wooden columns, sliding down, apparently into the floor since the column was only wide enough for the chain. There must have been a whole mechanism wired into this altar to control the length of the chains and store it. But the ultimate point was that Miley was forced to lay back as her arms ere pulled up above her head, not painful unless she tried to resist going back with them and raising her arms. She was left a tiny bit of slack, just enough to move her arms a couple of inches.

Kim left into the darkness, not returning immediately but presumably off to fulfill her command. The American-born, Japanese-descended woman was wife of Thomas Langley, owner of a defense corporation that fulfill some very lucrative government contracts. And she was not pleased about losing the contest, though she left all the same.

But with her gone and the chains tightening, Claire ran her hand over Miley's exposed tummy. "Now, if you will relax, this will all be very pleasant for you. We can open and lock your legs in the same manner, so fighting will just hurt yourself."
 
Claire looked beautiful, unearthly so. That skin was flawless, her figure perfect, and for a moment, Miley wondered if she still had some of the drug swimming in her system. Or had winning simply turned this woman into a blonde goddess, someone to revere and worship? Not that it mattered; Claire was so stunning that looking at her drove all thoughts from your mind.

That was, until the chains locked in. Miley yelped as she was suddenly yanked backward. Both arms stretched over her head, her body going taut. the fall into the cushion might have heard, had they not seemed to prepare for that. Miley couldn't help but feel that they had prepared for every eventuality, seeming to have outsmarted her at every turn. Again, unnerving, and again, there wasn't much she could do about it.

The girl shivered as a hand touched her taut stomach. Her legs shifted up, as if to defend herself, but almost as if predicting it, Claire spoke. They could tighten restraints there. Of course they could. Sighing in frustration, Miley lay herself flat, staring up at Claire as the blonde continued to stroke her. It wasn't fair, how her body kept reacting to the blonde despite her mind's current repulsion at the idea of being touched.

"I'm relaxed," muttered Miley, clearly upset bout the whole thing. She gave Claire a look that clearly said they could just get this over with. Miley had suddenly grown restless, uneasy, and it felt as though these women were purposefully drawing things out to make her as uncomfortable as possible.
 
Claire cooed softly to Miley as she leaned over the altar. "Ohhh, poor thing I understand. No reason to trust the words of a bunch of weird lesbians about to rape you. Still fighting to convince yourself you like those boys. The ones who never pleased you. Who just let go of their own control and enjoyed cheap thrills in their own underpants rather than the extraordinary journey you would've taken them on."

Lisa stayed by the crank as Kim returned from the darkness. The book she returned with looked like something from one of those movies about elves and orcs, or perhaps one about teenage girls who get wrapped up int occult and end up horribly murdered in increasingly gruesome ways. It was large and thick, like an ancient tome, and the worn edges of the pages that could be seen made it seem old indeed. The cover was made up of some sort of silver, scaly, leather material that shimmered in the light beautiful. The book was held closed with what seemed to be real, solid gold for the binding and locks with no keyholes that held the book shut. On the cover, rather than the pentagram or magic star one might expect, was the symbol of a heart surrounded by arcane runes along it's outer edge.

Kim placed the boom down on a podium with a book holder at the top, one that seemed sized and made just for this one book. She grabbed those keyless locks, trying to just flick them open, but they would not. She growled, trying once more. "Nnnnh.. it's STUCK!"

Claire removed her hand from Miley and walked away from her swiftly, going to the podium and brushing Kim aside. "Of course it's stuck, it won't open for you anymore. We are no longer co-owners, ownership passed to me when the two of you forfeited your claim."

Kim's jaw drops at that. "WHAT?! You mean we can't even look in the book anymore?!"

Claire 's eyes coldly read over the pages of the book after flicking the locks open effortlessly and beginning to turn the old paper, which barely bent at all "Don't worry, I'm not going to deny you two access completely. I will copy the pages you are allowed. Love poison. Eros oil. And of course... well, let's not spoil it for Miley. But you will have access to all of our favorite toys. However, the back sections of the book are for me alone. Now that I am leader, I can begin working to unlock those final parts."

Lisa and Kim didn't seem happy about that, but they muttered agreements nonetheless. Kimiko was spending most of her time eying Miley up in a way the starlet had no doubt seen many boys do, imagining her in a much more compromising situation than even her current one.
 
"But I am--" Miley started, but almost immediately cut herself off. Was she anymore, really? That last experience had demolished any of the other experiences she'd ever had. Plus Miley had to admit that a part of her kept admiring the beautiful women around her. It wasn't even that bad to be a lesbian in celebrity life, not anymore. Hell, it helped some careers.

Having a demeaning tape of Miley Cyrus chanting/singing one of her popular songs while orgasming in a lesbian's arms, on the other hand...

Miley pushed aside her own thoughts for now, following the motions of her captors. The book almost looked comical, like something that would show up in one of the movies that people were always trying to get her to play in. Or like something that might show in one of Selena's episodes. It nearly made Miley laugh, till she recalled where she was and what she'd already done. That book had to be the source of their power, which made it no laughing matter.

The squabbling meant little to Miley, though she made note that these three didn't get along. It might be useful later. clearly since a part of Miley had already been leaning that way (she figured she must have been bicurious from the start; she did willingly go into a lesbian bar), the whole experience wasn't freaking her out as much as it would some (i.e. Selena). Still, being eyed like a piece of meat, and the veiled comments was starting to get to the girl.

She struggled slightly, trying to move to at least see what was going on, to catch glimpses of the books and to understand what these women were about to do to her. It almost felt exciting. If she weren't so terrified, it probably would.
 
The podium was set so that the book of the book faced Miley. She could not hope to see what was written inside of it. Claire looked up over the rim, flashing her a flirtatious smile before going back to the pages. "Mmmmh... but what shall we use on her? I have been dying to see the Love Vine at work again.... no. Too harsh. Not for her first time. Perhaps... Venus Grass? Ohhh, I think she would be adorable hopped up on that stuff."

She settled on a page, walking away from the book. "Kim. Conduct that ritual. Lisa. Fetch the basic package."

There wasn't as much resistance or complaint from the other two now. It seemed they were accepting Claire as their leader. True they wanted the position but they knew violating the mystic contract they had signed on the first page of the book, before knowing it was actual magic and not some prank, would kill them. So they accepted the blonde's commands.

Claire returned to sit on the edge of the altar, back to Miley. She looked down at her, golden hair framed by that mysterious, distant light above them. "Now you've probably already figured this out. But we are not crazy. Yes, I know how silly it all looks. We didn't believe it when we found the book. But it's real. You've fallen through the looking glass, Miley. This isn't stage magic. This is REAL magic."

Kim was now chanting in strange words, reading from that silly looking book that might not be quite so silly after all.

Lisa, meanwhile, returned with a small wooden box. She knelt next to Claire and opened it, low enough that Miley could see inside. It contained a wide array of substances. A small glass vial filled with a clear fluid. Pills with no sort of identifying marks. What appeared to be a joint. More vials contained other fluids, all of a bright and very different color. There were also small crystals of the kind those new age healers would say tapped into your chakra or some such nonsense. The purpose of the items is not alluded to at all, non being labeled in any way.
 
Love Vine? Venus Grass? This even sounded like something from one of Selena's episodes. It nearly made Miley groan, and might have, had they not said that she'd be adorable hopped up on the stuff. once again she found herself turning and twisting, trying to follow the women's movements to the best of her ability.

Weird, but the squabbling women followed orders perfectly now, doing exactly what Claire said. Not that Miley could watch too much, since the blonde was now looming over her, framed by that strange light overhead. Probably magic. The light, not the blonde, though at this point, Miley wasn't entirely sure what to believe. Falling through the looking glass seemed to be quite accurate, all things said and done.

"I kinda got that," muttered Miley, twisting to look at the book again. They were doing... something. Something magical. something magical that would most likely result in something happening to Miley. "Just great," she muttered, twisting back down. All the moving was starting to ache, but she couldn't just lay there, not knowing. it already felt like she'd been laying there forever, bound and stretched, while they took their sweet time preparing whatever they were going to do to her.

"I'm gonna take a stab here and say I've been captured by a bunch of sex witches?" guessed Miley, turning to look up at Claire. "That's original, I guess. Kinda sounds like a porn plot or something though..."
 
Claire growled and suddenly stopped being quite so sweet. Her hand grabbed Miley's chin with her fingers digging into the singer's cheeks.

"Do not think our power is laughable just because it is powered by sex! Do you know how much psychic energy is in an orgasm?! Do you know what it takes to keep a man under your thrall for ten years without ever once so much as giving him a kiss, aside from the wedding? Yes! We are sex witches! Because sex is our magic's fuel. And you, dear Cyrus, are the most potent source of fuel I have ever seen."

She cut the rant off by pressing her ruby lips against Miley's. The kiss was brief but passionate, a talented tongue pushing into Miley's lips to tease her own tongue for the briefest moment. Then she was withdrawn from her, sorting through the box with a wicked look on her face as the light sting of her fingernails remained on the young actor's cheeks.

"Now since you're a smart girl, I'm going to offer you the choice to take our potions and tonics willingly. You should realize we could just inject you with them instead, but then you thrash, and bruise your pretty wrists on the shackles. So, was I mistaken?"

She picked out a green, heart-shaped pill, offering it to Miley's lips with a tempting smile like that of the devil herself. Like everything else associated with their power the pill had that air of cliche about it. But if what Claire said was true, the trappings and acts of sex were simply fuel for much more sinister and far-reaching powers.

Lord only knew what was in the back of the book.
 
Miley gasped as Claire seized her. The blonde woman looked fierce, almost frightening in this new light. It was then that Miley realized that she truly was captive, slave to whatever these women desired. The irony of those very lyrics she'd sang came to mind now. She had been capture, at the very least, and ordered to tamely take whatever was given her.

Miley nodded. she realized her position. They could do whatever they wanted to her: she was spread out like a bird on a butcher's block. With the slightest inclination, they could shove things into her, hurt her, whip her, beat her, leave whatever mark they chose. So the girl nodded slowly, showing her acceptance of what was going on and what they were doing to her.

Those pretty pink lips moved forward, sliding the pill between them. Eyes closed, and Miley swallowed hard, pushing down the pill, not wanting to think about what happened, what it entailed. It could be anything. She could suddenly turn green, sprout wings, turn invisible. Or suddenly crave their touch more than ever. What had they last spoken of? Venus grass? Something to do with her hair, perhaps?

"What," she asked, swallowing, looking up, "what did you give me?"

What did she just willingly swallow? what poisoned her now?
 
Claire grinned as she swallowed the pill, a hand going to stroke her tummy gently as if she were some cute pet who had complied with an order.

"Oh, a simple catalyst my dear, and a protection against several unwanted things. It will ensure this belly stays nice and flat. IT also protects against all form of STDs. Not that you have to worry about such. I know you are clean, and we are as well. We won't catch anything from each other. But some of our targets were not so pure and had to be cleansed. Most importantly, it will assist your body in integrating the rest of our treats quickly and easily."

Claire moved onto the altar fully then, her nude form moving onto hands and knees above Miley. Kimiko continued to chant from the book as Lisa stayed nearby with the box. Both seemed merely to serve Claire now, knowing that they would have their turns.
Claire herself grinned down at her captive, and her wonderfully formed body lowered onto Miley's. Nothing separated their naked breasts from pressing into and flattening one another.

"Mmmh... for your first time, we will keep it simple. I will work you up slowly, let your body show you that is' not just drugs that make you want this. And when you've accepted that, then we'll give you treats. Wonderful sweets that will make your pussy tingle and your orgasms last twice as long. Shots of honey that will turn your throat, mouth, lips, and tongue an erogenous zone, as sensitive as the pink folds between your legs."

Claire's hand, that had so recently held her in that painful grasp, was now stroking Miley's cheek tenderly as she spoke in a strangely affectionate tone. This woman seemed a combination of two extremes. Usually sensual and tempting, that temper that flared so quickly and briefly showed something very dangerous lurked behind those pretty blue eyes.
 
"So, you gave me a super diet pill and a STD blocker?" repeated Miley. That sounded... nice. True, she didn't think she'd get any diseases from any of these women, and it sounded as though they generally avoided such things totally. But it definitely took away some edges. Knowing that she wouldn't lose her flat stomach was nice too. Not so nice as the blonde moving to hover over Miley, her hands and knees pressed against the altar. Soon the blonde's impressive chest slid over Miley's own, making the smaller girl gasp and squirm. she could have sworn she felt her nipple drag along Claire's, and they definitely mashed together, looking delightfully obscene.

"I don't know if I want those sweet," said Miley, not quite able to keep the fear from her voice. Claire spoke with such practiced confidence, and her hand kept stroking Miley's cheek in a definite possessive manner. Turning her lips and mouth into erogenous zones? Who would want something like that? Miley immediately pictured herself cumming every time she sang, and it nearly brought tears to her eyes. She swallowed though, squirming against the bonds, suddenly quite uncomfortable with her situation, more so than ever.

"How do you know it's not just the drugs?" she said, her eyes looking desperate. "Maybe I'm straight and you just drugged me."

They both knew that was a lie; there was definitely something there, lurking just beneath the surface. Miley just had to defy while she still could, her blue eyes seeming just a hair rebellious now.
 
Claire laughed at the comment about a super diet pill. Oh, this poor didn't have a clue! She had meant it was to prevent against pregnancy, but her notion that they would feed her so many enchanted foods that she might grow fat was quite amusing.

"Mmmmh, starting to appreciate the situation you're in?" She asked at the fear in the response. She hadn't even thought of making Miley's singing a sexual experience, but surely she would pull that thought from her mind and delight at Miley's own sinful imagination later on.

She tsked at her desperate attempt at justification. "Now now, we both know that's a lie. You weren't drugged up when you went in there. Even if you wanted publicity a lesbian bar was hardly the easiest choice. A fake ID, slipping off so no one would see you, trying to hide who you were. Did you truly want to be seen by the cameras... or the girls?"

Claire slid down Miley's body quite swiftly and suddenly. Her own ass pushed up into the air, and a man behind Claire would have been presented with a most inviting view of her naked backside. But the intent was not to present herself, but to place her head above Miley's chest. Experienced tongue and lips dance over her sensitive flesh, at first avoiding her sensitive nipples and the surrounding areola. She lavished the wonderfully tanned curves in the expert attentions of a long-time lesbian.
 
She'd appreciated the situation for a while, but now they were clearly focusing in on her. Feeding her their enchanted drugs, staring at her, and the blonde herself, hovering over Miley, a wanton expression of want upon her beautiful face. What plans did Claire have in store for the litlte starlet? Milye didn't want to think about it, but found her mind wandering there anyway. Hard not to, when the predatory lesbian was already mounting your writhing body.

"I did it for the publicity," insisted Miley. Yet her eyes were glued upon the blonde as she moved, smooth as a snake. That fine ass went into the air, nearly on display. Barely had Miley the time to look at it when the blonde's skilled tongue and flesh found her chest. Miley gasped at the first contact, feeling that briefest of attentions flaring up, white-hot. The starlet moaned, thrashing against the chains confining her. The head thrashed from side to side: denial. Miley didn't want this, or at least, she had to act like she didn't. Yet that hot tongue lathered up her flesh. It sought Miley's most sensitive of areas. That skilled muscle slid enticingly over Miley's bare flesh, leaving the taut, tanned skin shimmering in its wake.

"Ahahaha," moaned the starlet, kicking out weakly. Her legs weren't fully bound, and they seemed determined to follow through with the last impulses of the ostensibly straight starlet. Those long, tanned limbs curled up, attempting to hide the already moistening slit from view, denying these lesbians that pleasure.

"I don't," tried Miley. "I don't like this. It's the, the drugs."

yet she shivered.
 
Claire enjoyed the resistance that Miley put up, the way she fought. It was so much better than many of the girls, who just cried and bawled their eyes out until finally giving in with trembling whimpers. She was fighting because she wanted it, not just because she was scared. Certainly there was the sweet fear that came along with it, but moreover was the hint of the wonderful seductress that Claire was now thinking of turning her into.

She lifted her head and moved her hands swiftly down to Miley's thighs. "That was just the catalyst dear! It hasn't altered you in any way but making you infertile, free of disease, and receptive to the drugs you WILL be taking!" She didn't need the chains, as her superior size and strength allowed her to pry the girl's legs open. Miley could offer some resistance and slow Claire for a few seconds but ultimately her captor was simply stronger.

"Everything you feel now? That's just you. Just your body knowing what you refuse to admit." She kept Miley's legs open, grinding her lower stomach against the girl's bare slit as her mouth descended on her chest once more. Those wonderful nipples are no longer avoided but almost tortured with attention. Kisses, licks, sucks both gentle and strong were all administered to her.

None of those boys were anywhere near her skill, and Lisa and Kimiko were both watching now. Kim was chanting from memory now as it was the same few lines repeated over and over, while Lisa was obviously aroused and looking over the box of drugs she held. Both wanted Miley, wished they had found her and were now ravishing her young body. These three women lusted after them as much, if not more, than any boy or man ever had.
 
"Infertile?" repeated Miley, as though that had stuck out in her mind. they'd given her a drug that made it so she couldn't get pregnant? Why? They were lesbians, wasn't like they were going to be knocking up a girl any time soon. Not that it really mattered, since Miley was clearly theirs for the taking. Those smooth legs parted, offering a straight path to that tiny pink slit. barely had a cock parted those tender lips, let alone ravaged them well enough to be truly called 'sex." The rubbing that Claire had given Miley earlier had already topped anything done to her, and she had a feeling that more intense was yet to come.

It already came. Soft, taut stomach muscles, like velvet wrapped steel, pressed against that quivering bit of flesh Miley moaned at the connection, feeling Claire's body heat pressing against her very core. Not that she would be given time to adjust to that, oh no. for claire launched a secondary assault. That hot mouth closed over Miley's tender nipples. Sucked the dark nubs of flesh in, played with them, teethed then aggressively. Little bundles of nerve were sucked into a hot mouth, lashed with the tongue, and given more attention than Miley thought possible. Miley's arousal grew with each passing heartbeat. Nipples throbbed, sex began to ache, and breathing came steadily faster and faster.

Outwardly the girl couldn't help but show signs, writhing against her confines. She looked like a trapped snake, squirming underneath some great beast of pray. except this snake seemed interested in lifting its lower half, pressing it against that unyielding flesh.

"Oh God," breathed Miley. her eyes pinched shut and her head fell back, hair spreading into the padding beneath. Too much; it was already too much.
 
Claire was in love. Not of the romantic kind, but that of a spoiled child toward a favored toy. But this is a toy that she doubted would get old. And she had a plan for her and her little friends. Millions watched them. An entire generation of American girls, tuned in to their every word. The three of them already enthralled their three rich, elderly husbands into long, sexless marriages and open bank accounts. Through Miley, Selena, and Demi, what spells laying in the back of that book could they weave over those millions of fans?

The blonde savored that thought as she slipped down and away from those wonderfully dark nipples, coated now in another woman's saliva and glistening in the light. Her tongue trailed kisses interrupted by words as she move down Miley's tummy. "Mmm, already praying? We haven't even started. Lisa. Show her breasts the oil."

Lisa looked up with a grin, and Kim was obviously even more jealous but continued to chant. The black woman extracted the vial of clear fluid before setting the box aside. With a simple move her robe was tossed away and her naked body revealed.

Of the three she was the most curvaceous. Her dark skin was just as impossibly immaculate as Claire's. It was like their bodies had been edited by some genetic make-up artist, who smoothed their bodies rather than covered the blemishes with make-up. Still human, still real, but the pinnacle of what a human could be. Her narrow waist widened into hips meant to bear children below and a perky bust above. Her ass was the kind her race was famed for, large but in that sexy round manner.

The vial she opened and the clear contents she poured over Miley's chest. It was like baby oil, with a much sweeter and more pleasant smell. After pouring a liberal amount onto her skin Lisa set the vial aside and spread it over Miley's breasts. It was warm and caused a gentle tingling in her breasts. After a few seconds, however, the catalyst she had swallowed sped the effects. The skin touched by the oil - which was every last bit of those virgin tits thanks to Lisa's hands - became more sensitive and receptive to pleasure. They were not quite as sensitive as her sex, her nipples not quite the wondrous points of pleasure that her clitoris was, but still much more intense.

And that was not helped by Claire's wandering lips, now kissing and licking Miley's inner thighs and coming within inches of that needy little slit. Like with her breasts she danced around that center rather than touching it directly, desiring to tease her prey into a frenzy. This release would be wonderful, and when Miley was too weak to resist she would show her just how far their power over sex reached.
 
Long dark kisses moved around Miley's stomach now, lathering more saliva over the girl. Already both dark nipples shone with the woman's efforts, and Miley's heaving chest chest drew further attention to the slight mounds. Already those nipples were jutting out, demanding attention. mouth withdrew, and girl whimpered, shifting.

"Oil?" repeated Miley. She turned, contorting to see the other woman. The fine black woman stepped forward now, the robe sliding off. Like Claire, the skin revealed was flawless in a way that made even beautiful Miley feel inadequate. She knew herself to be a looker, admired by men, boys, girls and women throughout the world. But these women were goddesses made flesh. Someone had breathed life onto air brushed portraits and told them to walk, and now one of them stalked toward Miley with the air of a proud jungle cat.

Clear oil slid over Miley's throbbing chest, making the girl draw a sharp breath through her teeth. A gasp and a shiver, then she watched as the oil slid down her body, moving all over her chest. The initial surprise washed away, replaced with the pleasant, buzzing warmth. Soon black hands had spread the oil all over aching breasts, making the orbs look like two greased apples, slick.

At first, Miley wasn't certain what they'd done to her. Then the heat became intense. Air breathed across the chest, and Miley's body trembled in response. Just that had been enough to make her shiver, just the air had made the points of her nipples harden even further. they hadn't even touched them yet, merely coated them with this oil. Clearly Miley was meddling with forces far beyond her understanding, and all she could do was squirm.

Squirm as a needy mouth trailed hot kisses about her thighs, getting closer and closer but never quite touching the girl's sex. The pint slit throbbed, girlish juices already lining the lips like dew upon a newly blossomed flower. Already Miley started to writhe and wriggle, and it only increased. Her hips raised off the alter, extending into the air. Eyelids fluttered and a long, throaty moan left that skilled throat.
 
Lisa pulled back to let that oil take it's effect, savoring just as Claire had the look on Miley's face when she understood what was being done to her. It was a beautiful thing, that expression. She had expected to be allowed further exploration and her oily hands had reached out to Miley's tempting breasts.

But Claire's hand reached up and slapped hers away. Lisa growled in frustration, but stepped back. Right before Miley's eyes she put one foot up on the edge of the altar and thrust her fingers between her legs. Lisa's hands now turned to her own body, her leader denying them the singer's. She touched and caressed her perfect body with soft moans, adding to the sensual atmosphere. Like Claire she hadn't a hair below her neck, seeming almost naturally that way as there were no razor marks or any such signs of hair removal.

And as Lisa began a bout of self-pleasure with her left hand drifting between her open legs, Claire's hands wrapped around those oiled tits. She squeezed both of them firmly as her palms pressed into her stiff nipples. Her grip tightened and relaxed in rhythm, molesting her as the blonde's ass wiggled in satisfaction behind her.

At that same moment her lips stopped avoiding that center. They met Miley's own in a series of passionate, intimate kisses. They wrapped around the starlet's, sucked on them, licked them, kissed them as if it was Miley's proper lips and they were the most intimate lovers. Her wonderful pink tongue slid between those pouting labia and straight into Miley before stroking up and flicking it's tip over her clitoris. This woman knew pussy well, and she ate Miley's in a way that even a virgin could immediately tell was not novice or amateur.
 
Miley watched the black woman at first, staring at the beautiful creature as she walked away. Was she to join in, to torture her further? To add to the ache that was building within, that mounting pressure and need that wouldn't, couldn't be stopped? But no, the black woman stepped way,instead pleasuring herself; the sight alone being enough to nearly make Miley moan.

But she had other things to moan about. Hands touched those sensitive breasts. Not just touched, but wrapped possessively about the small orbs. They possessed them, taking them in. Then squeezed, the flesh contorting to the pressure of the hand. The first squeeze got a squeal, the next got a long, low, body shaking moan. And as the palms pressed into those nipples, jutting the nerve endings into the soft breasts below, a rich shudder shook the tiny brunette, and a sharp gasp left her. The eyes no longer attempted to close, but instead looked straight ahead, stretched wide with amazement that she could ever feel this good.

The amazement continued as a pair of lips sought Miley's nearly virgin center. Tight nether lips kissed back, little drops of moisture at first sliding, before more began to appear for the drinking. Inner walls trembled and shook, unused to this supremely good feeling. Soft mouth pressed along pouting labia, then the tongue slid into Miley. It was as the tongue touched the clit that the reaction that no one expected came.

"Oh JESUS I'M AAAHAAA!" Miley screamed. Her body seized, her hips shoving down into the mouth that attacked them. the chains rattled as the girl bound by them started seizing, her lower half jerking against the seeking mouth as though electrified. Miley simply hadn't the experience nor the resistance for such things, and the unexpected attack had launched her from merely pouting to shouting her joy in a matter of seconds.

Legs extended, ass clenching as the little brunette lifted her body from the altar, bucking several times along the mouth. As expected, this orgasm shattered the previous, even seemed to extend longer. Miley fought to stay conscious as she lay in the aftershocks, her body continuing to jerk long after the orgasm proper ended.
 
Certainly, none of them had expected it so fast. Kim barely had time to cut off her chant with the last few lines of the spell, and Lisa's hands withdraw quickly from her body and reached down past the edge of the altar where Miley could not see even if she were able to see anything though that blinding maelstrom of pleasure. She lifted a golden chalice from the ground, holding it up towards the light.

As Miley came, Claire drank her orgasm down happily. She licked up every last bit of her nectar, letting it soak her lips and cheeks and chin. She reveled in the taste of the virgins best orgasm, knowing it too would soon be dwarfed hen she was fucked properly.

The chalice filled with liquid, a pink fluid that seemed to appear from nowhere. When the orgasm was finally done, and Claire lifted her lips from Miley, the three witches gathered and inspected the cup, all of them panting with arousal.

"Oh my goddess! It's completely opaque! I can't see the bottom of the chalice at all!" Lisa exclaimed.

"We've never had elixir this pure! Ohhh, I can't wait!" Kim was practically drooling at the sight.

"Mmm, then let us partake, my sisters of the silk." Claire took the chalice and raised it to her lips, taking a long drink. It was passed around to each of them in turn, and within seconds it was gone.

Kimiko, the last to drink, dropped the chalice when she was done. As it clattered to the floor the three witches soon followed. Kimiko practically tore her robes from her body as she convulsed in an obvious, intense orgasm. Lisa and Claire were in similar pleasure, hands thrust between their legs and suddenly rubbing their most sensitive places furiously while screaming and writhing in a chorus of sudden and unnatural orgasms.

And then they simply fell back on the floor, panting, sweaty, purring and moaning happily.

"Nnnnnh, FUCK! It's never been so... ohhh, I can feel the power... enough fuel for so many spells... fffffuuuuuck, yes! Sisters, this is it! Nothing can stop us now! Mmmmhhhaaaa... we must harvest more from her!" Claire was rising to her feet shakily as Lisa and Kim were just trying to sit up. Claire's hungry look to Miley showed she was not done with her. She wanted more. More of her screams. More of her body. More of that power.
 
At first Miley had no idea what was happening. How could she? She was still writhing and shaking from her aftershocks, her mind awash in a sea of sensation. Little coos and moans left her lips, and her dazed eyes took in nothing.

The words were what finally drew in her attention. She looked toward the witches, seeing them looking at a chalice. Confused, Miley levered herself up to her shoulder, just remembering that she could move this far. They still hadn't' had need to tighten her legs, and that wiggle room was enough for her, at least enough to view.

Not that viewing mattered, since she could barely understand. Some kind of elixir had been made, and Miley guessed it was from her own orgasm... so... they'd liquidated her cum? That barely made sense, but Miley could barely think right now, and these were witches. what about magic would make sense? But they were all drinking now, and moaning as though whatever it was they drank was the sweetest thing they'd ever had.

Then the orgasms started. Miley's lips parted in shock, eyes widened in near horror, as three perfect older woman began convulsing and shaking, all clearly running through an intense, unnatural orgasm. Part of Miley was horrified, terrified at the strangeness that was happening around her. Part of her was jealous that she was not among those twitching. Then they were rising, speaking of spells and power...

and looking at Miley.

"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered. They looked wild, and that orgasm had nearly exhausted Miley. Were they actually thinking of going again? in fact, they were all looking hungry now, hungry with want.

Miley swallowed.
 
Lisa and Kim struggled to their feet as Claire was already back at the alter, picking up the wooden box. She pulled a long, narrow pill from the box, taking it shakily from the oak container.

"Ohhh... damn it, you get all the fun... let us have her too, Claire! We want to fuck that little pussy!" Kim crawled towards the altar on all fours. Her body was the most petite of the three. Where as Lisa was curvier and just slightly taller than Claire, Kimiko was straighter and a little shorter, closer to Miley's own height. Not to say she was not feminine and gorgeous, but her small breasts and petite ass spoke of the delicate side of feminine beauty rather than the wild animal allure of Lisa's curves or the regal grace of Claire's balanced body. She was the sort of thing Japanese men would once make a meek and subservient thing who would worship her husband totally. But Kimiko's lithe frame was confident and independent, a slave to no one.

"Nnnh, I want her ass! Goddess, I want to slide into that sweet little hole and hear her squeal!" Lisa was on her feet, wobbling left and right as she stumbled forward.

"NO! LISA! The wheel! KIM! The book! NOW! Her virginity is mine, you can have the scraps when I'm done!" Claire's echoing command snapped the other two to alter their courses with more noises of frustration. The pill she held was pressed to her lips, swallowed dry.

Any lingering doubt to the reality of their magic was put to rest. As Claire gave a deep moan and tossed her head back, her golden curls arching through the air, a transformation took hold of her. Before Miley's eyes a little pink shaft began to grow from between her legs. It was her clitoris, but it was expanding and inflating in an impossible way. Growing longer and longer and thicker and thicker. It took on a familiar shape, one even Miley would know.

When it was done and Claire stood panting, a wonderful specimen of male anatomy was between her legs. Save for the replacement of a sack with a wet, dripping slit it was identical to a man's cock, though quite as perfectly formed as the rest of her. The flared head had the proper shape, and though it lacked the many veins and discolorations the shaft pulsed and throbbed in a very real and organic fashion.

And the look in Claire's eyes as she began to climb onto the bed was one that her male fans had given her constantly, that desiring gaze that said how much they wanted to hold her down and sink their hard shafts into her. And this person, this WOMAN, would be the one to fulfill that fantasy.
 
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