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Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Hearing the women argue over who got her made Miley shiver, half in fear, half in desire. Her eyes went wide, taking in the petite Japanese beauty, then the dark goddess, then the blond wonder. each of them looked to be the perfection of their own types, while Miley felt like little more than a teenage dream. That description sank in, her eyes going wide. She was, she was the epitome of teenage lust, what boys dreamed about having. that's why they all fought over her. It sent a warm wave of lust over the girl, once more making her nipples stand at attention.

"Hey, I'm not a virgin!" yelled Miley, the last complaint she made before seeing the magic. Her mouth grew ever wider, lips parting with the shock. A cock had formed, springing up from Clarie's clitoris, till it stood large and proud, throbbing with need. Miley had seen them before, taken one inside her, so she knew the look, the shape and the feel of it. But never had she seen one on a woman.

"Oh God," she moaned, shivering. The woman was mounting up now, pointing that magical tool at her. Desire radiated from Clarie's eyes, making Miley shiver, again, half in want, half in fear. This was something different something unexpected, and far, far more than the starlet had ever anticipated. She found her legs closing, wanting to protect her little slit from that thing. She'd been plundered, yes, but it hadn't been nearly as pleasant as their workings had been thus far, and she certainly didn't want something as large as what lay between Claire's legs inside her.
 
Claire laughed at that statement, looking down at Miley. She let her close her legs, not even needing to signal to Lisa who was already adjusting the dial on the control column. "You think that counts?! Oh sure you've been penetrated. And he last, what, thirty seconds before he had to pull out and jizz on your belly to keep from knocking you up? Diet pill... it was birth control! I will NOT pull out, and I will NOT be done in less than a minute. This will be a proper. Hard. Deep fuck. You will know what it is to be used as a woman should be. Do not fight it. We were not always lesbians. We once took men. And with the right one it is glorious. And we are better than even the best of them."

Lisa's hand began to turn the crank, and the slack on Miley's leg chains lessened. Slowly, they pulled her legs apart. No force she could exert could possibly fight the leverage that the chains had on her. They would force her legs splayed in an open V, defenseless and unable to prevent herself being violated by that unnatural organ.

But that penetration did not come immediately, without mercy. Instead Claire reached to the box. She did not pick it up from it's spot on the floor of the room. With the energy from Miley it simply levitated to her hand. She fished one of the vials from it, this one filled with a deep red fluid. It was opened, offered to Miley's lips as Claire's free hand grabbed her head and lifted it.

"Drink! Drink and be free of bruising or the ache of stretching! This tonic will let you take it without damage or pain, Miley. Open those lips and invite heaven in, because that little pussy is getting fucked and your womb is going to be swimming with my cum. Only you can make this hard on yourself, my sexy little song bird!"
 
Miley dimly heard something moving, far away. Then she heard the taunts of the blonde woman. Claire had become a domineering figure, someone who lorded her authority over everyone, and you couldn't do anything about it. Miley felt herself naturally wanting to submit to her, and she wondered if it wasn't some sort of magic, or just the force of personality. Now though, she heard those words, ringing in her ears. That hadn't counted, though the description was eerily accurate. It had certainly hurt like it counted. The last though, the promise not to pull out, to not finish early. This was going to be a fuck that reached into Miley's mind and disrupted her senses forever, she knew it.

The slack dimmed, Miley's legs spreading wide. She let out a yipe, squirming and writhing as she tried to close her legs. Pointless, all she did was jiggling the chains, the rattling sounding. It made Miley moan in frustration, falling back against the altar, her eyes pinching shut again. This was unreal, so unreal. she was about to be fucked, while dangling from chains, by a woman bearing a cock. That knowledge wracked poor Miley's brain, making her moan.

Head lifting, deep red fluid pressed to Miley's lips. The brunette didn't fight, didn't see a point in doing so. Instead she drank, taking in the liquid. It promised a lack of pain, nothing but swimming pleasure? How could she resist? Especially with the promise of a hard fucking? Hell, part of the girl wanted to be fucked by the dangerously hot woman. Perhaps it was that part that greedily sucked down the contents of the vial, not letting a drop of it slide from between her pink lips.

And her pussy trembled, juices gathering like dew in anticipation.
 
Claire grinned as she drank, purring in delight as the potion ran down Miley's throat. Even with that bumbling fool having robbed her of her maidenhead - and Claire highly considered hunting the poor boy down to make him pay for that - she knew that Miley would be sensitive and find the penetration of such a large member difficult. Pain had a certain appeal, but more pleasure meant bigger orgasms and more power for her. It was in Claire's own interest to wind Miley as tight as she could before letting her violently uncoil.

But more than that, now she just wanted to fuck. The orgasm brought by the elixir was intense but shallow, no foreplay or lead up or wonderful crash afterward. It was exhausting in a way, but worth it for the power. This would not be for any purpose but the pleasure, though.

She moved between Miley's legs and rubbed the bottom of that thick shaft against her wanting slit. Claire looked down into her eyes, her nipples hard and standing out proud as she trembled with need. Apparently it felt as real to Claire as it did to Miley, because when she lined the head up against that begging sex and pushed the head against her lips the blonde let out a deep moan.

Claire didn't resist after that. The witch shoved forward, and every inch of that thick, throbbing cock sank into the starlet's cunt. The potion made her flesh something closer to elastic, letting it stretch around the large intrusion without pain or bruising but remain just as tight and wonderful. Claire arched her back and let out a quivering scream of delight, just parking herself to the hilt in her latest conquest and savoring the grip of a young girl around her.
 
Swallow. Swallow. Take in the whole potion. there's a good girl. Doesn't it taste like cherries? Miley nearly felt like giggling at the silly thoughts that flitted through her head now. But one could hardly blame her. Reality was so strange, so mind altering in itself, that it made sense for the poor starlet's brain to play tricks of its own.

A cock pressed against Miley's slit. The girl's sex leaked, had been leaking. As it, the cock, moved along that sex, the nether lips parted as though to kiss the massive tool. They just touched it, spreading the wonderful sexual juices against it. All in seconds, while the two beautiful women stared at one another, trembling with the need that mounted up within them. Then the head sank, parting the nether lips. Potion made Miley flexible; inexperience made her tight. So the nether walls wrapped around the cock, completely embracing and sucking it in, drawing around the cock as though they had been made for it. Indeed, Miley almost felt like she had been, that this had been the culmination of her young life.

The girl cried out, her splendid voice sharp with need and want. The cock slid further and further inside, pushing more and more into that tightness, letting more and more pussy move along it. It drove inside, setting off sparks in Miley's vision, making her head spin.

She arched as well, sinking to the hilt of the impressive thing within her. The pussy which gripped, the cock which pierced, and the two women which shouted and screamed with delight. It was a scene to arouse the senses, and Miley couldn't believe this reality was happening to her.
 
Claire could see Miley already settling into her new life. She loved how fast her tune changed from praying and fearing to moaning in delight. The blonde stayed still, not moving for a long moment as she spoke to her captive.

"Nnnh, yes! Love it, savor it! You KNOW you love this! Oooohhh, just feel that pussy tighten! Oooo, fuck, I can't wait!"

The stillness was shattered by a series of deep, hard thrust into Miley's pussy. Claire was not gentle or tender with her. The huge cock stroked back and forth in the singer's tight pink hole. That boy hadn't the skill, the size, the strength, or the stamina to match Claire. The witch was a glorious lay, pounding into Miley with all the passion and power of a fairy tale prince, all the illicit and girlish fantasies Miley or most any girl had of a strong and powerful man taking them from above being acted out by the soft and sexy form of this french woman.

Claire's breasts bounced and swayed on her chest, sweat on her skin as she hovered above Miley. Her body blocked the light, making an ethereal glow seem to cling to her edges. Her face was pure ecstasy, looking into Miley's eyes to read every tiny bit of expression.

Lisa, meanwhile, had moved behind Claire. Even without seeing the musician could easily figure out what happened from pure implication. The way her fingers moved between Claire's legs, the way the blonde screamed and fucked Miley even harder as Lisa's arm thrust back and forth. Her pussy was still there below the cock, and now the other witch was pleasuring Claire as a woman even as the leader took Miley as a man.
 
Yes, Miley's body loved what was happening to her. That cock sawing in and out of her body, pistoning faster than she'd even thought possible. The impressive tool delved deeper into the singer than anyone had gotten before. Not only that, but it seemed as though Claire knew exactly where to stroke, exactly what speed to go, in order to stoke the flames within Miley. Soon enough, the singer's beautiful voice broke into a song of passion and orgasm, nearly wordless as she expressed her joy quite vocally.

Still, details stood out sharply. The eerily light bathing the blonde woman, making her look ironically angelic as she pounded the singer below. it was like something out of a fantasy: the beautiful creature taking you to a sexual paradise beyond your wildest dreams. For Miley's body reacted in a highly passionate manner. The sex dripped, coating the cock with girlish juices. Inner walls trembled and clung, massaging the entirety of the length, even seeming to want to draw it further in. Miley's own hips had started thrusting moments after entry, and she continued her movements, hampered though they were. The continued rattling of the chain showed to how much effort the tiny brunette put into her fucking, as she jerked her own hips, willingly impaling herself upon the shaft.

"Oooooh, it feels, it feels, so gooooood," she cried. Her body arched, a tremor shaking her, making her small breasts jiggle enticingly, the points of the nipples cutting circles in the air. Miley continued to move, instinct overpowering everything else, dimming her senses as never before. She was merely awash in sensation, and refused to come to the shores of sanity.
 
Claire stared down at Miley, savoring the private show she was receiving. This girl was wonderful. Better than she'd hoped. Sure, there was the illicit thrill of fucking a celebrity, someone that everyone wanted but only she could have. But more than that there was Miley's reaction to it all. Reluctant, will slowly melting away in the face of this pleasure. Claire could see herself in the girl. She remembered her disappointing experiences in high school, turning to women in college to give her what all but a scant few failed to, and finally finding that book and opening her eyes to a world of sexual adventure beyond anything most people would ever know.

Her own moaning and panting was added to Miley's, especially when Lisa went behind her. She looked back over her shoulder briefly. She knew she was just sucking up, trying to get Claire off harder so she'd give her more power. Well, it was going to work. Claire's voice went higher as Lisa's fingers curled into her special point, that little spot inside that made her quiver. "AHHH, FUCK!"

The blonde straightened up onto her knees and turned her head to lock lips with Lisa. The two women, easily capable of careers as supermodels if they wished it, began to kiss and push their tongues into each others mouths passionately. Lisa's other hand was between her own legs, the smell of aroused women now dominating the air.

The chanting had stopped at some point. Kim was now at the head of the altar, her hands grabbing Miley's oiled tits. Her petite asian hands were made for this, it seemed. She groped and molested the starlet's perky chest as her lips locked onto the brunette's. She made out with Miley the same way Claire and Lisa did, passionately, as if she were a man and they were married.

And the fucking Miley had been receiving from Claire suddenly seemed gentle by comparison. She stopped just rocking her hips and began to slam them into Miley, the tip of her cock brushing against the barrier of Miley's cervix each time. The angle changed, passing on the favor Lisa was giving her and making sure the tip of her upwardly curved cock put a hard pressure against Miley's g-spot every time she plunged into her clinging pussy.

With Kim's fingers between her own legs as well, Miley's sounds and orgasms were getting to the three. All of them were rubbing or thrusting themselves quickly towards climaxes of their own, not the empty and forced rush of power the elixir gave, but sex just for the sake of sex. These women had suddenly stopped all their strange talk of power and the spell to capture Miley's orgasm as power to indulge themselves in her body.

In a strange and twisted way, these were her biggest fans.
 
Every time that Miley thought she'd reached the pinnacle of sexual pleasure and delight, these women found a way to lift her even higher. First, she watched as the two beautiful women kissed one another, tonguing and sucking as though there were no greater feeling than kissing. The brunette realized that simply watching those two kiss had begun to turn her on greater, raising her own want, her own need. Like it or not, Miley was at the very least becoming very much bisexual now, quite possibly converting completely.

When a woman could still shove something hard and fill you like this, why think of men at all? Miley knew she loved the feeling of this cock inside her, the hard thing thrusting in and out of her sex. but she also loved seeing the swaying breasts, and hearing the feminine moans. I must be bisexual, flitted through her mind. A label. But who really gave a damn right now?

The chanting stopped. When had it stopped. Miley had been too wrapped up in her own fucking to really notice, but it was impossible to notice what happened to her. Two dainty hands suddenly seized her glistening breasts. Delicate fingers pinched nipples, moving to massage the aching breasts. The oil had still left that skin sensitive, and the new sensation already proved too much for the starlet. Her chest thrust, her hips moved, everything tried to squirm for maximum connection and arousal.

Lips smothered Miley's own, ending her high pitched noises, instead turning them into muffled sounds. The brunette felt her tongue being prodded, and she eagerly rose to meet it, dashing her muscle against the Asian's skilled tongue. Such a kiss, with such passion, literally stealing away Miley's breath.

Hot kiss, stealing breath.
Skilled massage, rubbing tender breasts.
Then a cock just brushing against Miley's deepest part, and finally pressing an area she never knew existed.

once more, the starlet exploded. Her body went stiff as everything within rippled. Nerves went off like fireworks, her head swimming with the awesome sensation. Toes curled, body formed a perfect bow. Once, Miley's lips slid from Kim's plying lips, and the girl let out a shriek that would shatter glass. everything about her seized and tightened, quaking and releasing, as she rode through another orgasm, one just as strong as the one before, if not stronger.
 
Whatever Miley thought herself, these three women were clearly beyond sexuality. Well, that was not entirely true. They rarely ever captured young men, having grown tired of the practice quickly. It took so many potions and so much magic just to make a man able to keep going long enough for them. Multi-orgasmic women were much more entertaining, you could do so much more to them before the pleasure became pain. But they had such control over their bodies and those of their playthings that the lines of gender and sexuality became so muddied that trying to apply labels became a waste of time. English wasn't equipped to describe them.

Miley lead the way for them, the highly charged atmosphere of sex and desire hanging in the room like a fog. Though Claire had the pleasure of actually taking Miley and claiming her properly the other two were not complaining about the sensations rocketing through their bodies. Perhaps Claire had tied them all together magically. Or perhaps it was just the energy in the room making them all soar higher into passion with their young captive.

Whatever the case, Miley's shriek was met by Claire's and then two more in rapid succession. Claire thrust deep into Miley, eyes rolling back as her body quivered and gave sharp little thrusts. Hot, thick cum poured into her pussy, letting the singer feel for the first time the joy of a cock pumping her full of virile and fresh sperm.

The other two may not have had the earth-shattering orgasm that inexperienced, drugged, tormented Miley did but they were not small by any means. Kim lifted her mouth from Miley's, her slender neck and petite breasts dominating the younger female's view as she bucked her hips into her own fingers and rubbed her clit enthusiastically. Lisa kept her hand still, instead moving her hips to thrust back on her own digits while swearing loudly about how wonderful it felt.

The chalice that sat nearby was overflowing, pink liquid pouring from the rim and into a growing puddle on the floor. More energy than it could hold was pouring into it, and soon the three of them would be increasing their gains exponentially with Miley's little friends.
 
Miley was quickly proving herself to be multi-orgasmic indeed. Her own orgasm rocked her, rising and falling like the tide. But it had clearly set off the others as well, which started a cycle. Miley came, came hard, the sex and desire clinging desperately to her.

Then Claire's cock twitched inside. Miley let out another loud shriek, proving that her lungs had the power everyone suspected. Her hips bucked and her sex seemed to suck at the cock. Spurt after spurt of cum launched from the magical phallus, splashing inside the twitching pussy, shooting deep within he. Miley could feel parts of her body that had never been touched now receive the scalding hot seed. That filling spurred another orgasm: Miley's body shivering as her own juices released to mix with the sperm. Clarie's continued thrusts stirred the two juices together, creating the unique mixture of sex within the Miley's pussy.

The mind-blown girl could barely recognize that the two peripheral women were cumming. She could tell that Kim had lifted from her, and that the Asian woman bucked and moaned. She could only guess at the black woman's own movements. Somewhere in the din the sound of liquid splashing onto the floor sounded, another afterthought.

For Miley rode one climax to the next, her orgasms forming a chain that tightened around the girl, tossing her into a sexual frenzy that dwarfed those experienced by most. When at last it ended, the poor starlet would lay there, panting, held together only by the chains still attached to her limbs. Her abused sex would continue to tremble and convulse for hours, leaking out the cum that had been sprayed inside it. every bit of her looked like a girl fucked to exhaustion.

For that was what Miley Cyrus had become.
 
The three of them couldn't keep up with the younger woman. She was experiencing a pleasure so much greater than the women holding her invisible leash. They didn't come close to matching her sheer number or intensity of orgasms. But that was what they had wanted. To make the chains redundant, to slowly mold Miley until they didn't need that video footage to make her happily return to them.

Lisa and Kim ended up sliding to the stone floor, panting and spent. Claire laid atop Miley, embracing her, lavishing her cheeks and neck in tender little kisses as the singer basked in the wonderful afterglow and confusion that followed such an experience. Her cock stayed inside Miley, but slowly it began to shrink back to it's original form. Over the course of a minute her sex was left empty, drooling onto the mattress.

It took only a gesture from Claire for the shackles to release Miley. They unlatched themselves, letting her limbs fall to the bed as Claire whispered into her ear.

"Good girl, Miley. You put on a wonderful performance. Rest now. Rest and contemplate my cum in your belly. If I hadn't give you that pill, you would be pregnant. And don't think it won't happen. That's how much you belong to me now. If it please me, I will send you back to your father with no explanation for your swollen belly. But tell me... how much would you really fight it? If it meant getting fucked like this every day, would you accept my child and parade your pregnant stomach in front of the world for me?"

She stroked Miley's cheek as she asked it, not sure she would get an answer at all since she didn't even know if Miley was home at the moment. But she wouldn't care if she got no answer. She just wanted Miley to know how completely she was owned, even if she only remembered it subconsciously amidst a haze of lust.
 
Everything was dimmed by the euphoria of post-coital satisfaction. Miley could see bodies sliding down to the floor, feel arms embracing her, but the information didn't really process in her mind. The shrinking of the cock did, as did the emptiness that came with it. She felt the organ slide out of her sex, taking some of the cum with it, drizzling onto the altar and splattering along the girl's thighs.

"Aaah," moaned the starlet, shuddering at the sensation. Anything along her tender form would bring a noise like that. the breath as Claire whispered in her ear brought a moan. Send back to her father; swollen belly, swelled with Claire's child. There was a bolt of arousal that shot through Miley at hearing that she could carry this woman's child. Some dim part of her enjoyed the idea. But it was overwhelmed by the surging panic that came with it: Miley did not, under any circumstances, want to be a teenage mother.

"No fighting," she moaned, shaking her head. Not if it meant the threat of pregnancy. The stretching of her body, a baby forming within. Miley wanted it, sure, eventually. But not now. Not anytime soon. Unwittingly, Claire had found the perfect blackmail, the threat that turned Miley's blood to ice.

"I want this," she admitted, her dazed mind speaking truth. "It felt good. No baby, please no baby. Fuck. No baby."

She babbled, shaking her head, then shuddered in another aftershock. More leaked from her tender sex, dripping down, collecting there. The girl laid back, breathing hard and deep, her glazed eyes taking in next to nothing.
 
Claire frowned at her. She hadn't even heard the question straight, just focused in on a few words. She grabbed Miley's face, leaning in close and looking right into her eyes. "You need new ears, it would seem. That was not what I was asking. But then, I picked you up for your body, not your brains." She smirked and kissed Miley on the forehead. "And I can hardly blame you for being a little addle-brained right now. I'll let it go, my sweet little thing. But don't ever think your pregnancy or lack of pregnancy is your choice again. If I want a child, I will have it."

Claire slid off of the altar, leaving Miley to contemplate that. The three slowly gathered themselves around the book, taking the chalice to it and pouring it directly onto the paper. Though that would seem sure to ruin it the fluid simply disappeared into the book.

Eagerly they turned to the back, finding what new pages would now flip up at Claire's behest. They began to read and murmur, pointing and giggling and plotting in whispered tones. The new spells they found were exquisite. Years without new things to explore, now they could devise whole new schemes to advance themselves. And one in particular caught Claire's eye.

"What is this? ... Broken Heart Draught? .... oh my.. girls, look at this!" The other two did so, and whatever Claire had realized it must have hit them as well. The three just looked to each other with sinister grins.

"We shall brew it tonight. Tomorrow, my sisters... we will be free of those doddering old fools and all of their money will be ours! It's perfect, we won't have to limit ourselves anymore. It's just what we need!"

Kimiko and Lisa didn't seem to follow her, but the blonde just chuckled at their expressions. "Oh, yes. I have a plan, girls. But first... what do we do about her tonight?"

All three of them looked to Miley, staring at her naked and used form. Lisa was the first to suggest something.

"I want a turn. Let me fuck her next. And I bet Kim would love to teach her how to suck cock."
 
Miley felt like muttering more, but found that words had temporarily left her. No surprise there. she didn't quite feel as worn out as she felt she should, after cumming multiple times and being so rigorously pounded by something so large. Probably that potion they'd had her drink. Speaking of potions, Miley's breasts still ached, and she wondered how long that would last. Torture; this was all some form of erotic torture.

Slowly Miley was beginning to love every minute.

She closed her eyes, leaving the witches to discuss whatever. Claire had already made it quite clear that Miley had no choice in the matter. Though the starlet was unlikely to leave if she had the chance. For one thing, she could still feel Claire's cum drizzling out of her, and she found herself wondering if a shower would be too much. For another, parts of her body still hummed, reminding her that she was young, vibrant, and had been dealing with sexual frustration for far too long.

At last she thought she heard them talking about her. Let them. Not like her voice or impact would mean anything. Miley didn't particularly thrill at the notion of being their toy, but she'd come to accept that as her new lot in life. Since it came with mind-shattering orgasms and constant attention from beautiful women who nearly worshiped her tight, teen body, it didn't seem so bad.
 
Claire chuckled at their base desires, waving her hand. "Alright, but no lessons. She's learned enough tonight. Let's simply review."

The next hour continued much as that first session had. No longer chained as she did not need them, the three witches passed her around between them. Though Claire kept them from taking her mouth or her ass with their cocks, everything else was done to her again and again. Fingers, hands, lips, and tongues invade every bit of her, eating Claire's cum from her pussy and licking it back to wonderful life. First a thick black cock and then a wicked asian one fuck her tight body, with another witch holding her from behind each time. They took turns ravishing her, making her cum, and drinking the elixir it produced. She was made a toy for their mutual pleasure, but always the focus of the pleasure was Miley's. Always, she got the most joy and bliss and orgasms from whatever they did. Even here she was, like in her entire life, the center of attention.

When they'd finished Miley was lulled into a magical sleep, if she hadn't already passed out during the extended bout of sex. The last pill they fed her would ensure her body not end up stretched and loose from this. Virgin's Blush it was called, and while it would not make Miley regrow her hymen or restore any kind of spiritual purity to her it would ensure that if taken regularly her body would remain as tight and wonderful as it was now, never to stretch and become worn and unpleasant, no matter how much she was fucked.

When she woke up, she was back in her room, showered and clean, and without a scrap of clothing on. The witches were gone, as if the whole thing had just been a dream.

But the business card on Miley's dresser bearing the name 'Claire Templin' and her contact information and the fact that the clothes Miley wore to the club were nowhere to be found both indicated it wasn't just a dream.
 
No lessons. But the review was more than poor Miley could take. she lost track of time, lost track of herself, lost track of everything. Her mind swam in a pure sea of pleasure. Fingers played along her skin, igniting fires and jolting her with special touches in each and every section. Lips pressed, wet and needy. They sucked at her sex, drawing her out, seeking her life giving juices. A huge black cock, an Asian one, even the white phallus again plundered Miley's squirming body.

She screamed herself raw sometime in the night, losing her voice as she lost everything else. fucked raw, fucked to exhaustion, fucked up, down, hell, fucked sideways, Miley was just plain fucked, and she enjoyed it, relishing in the attention and all they'd given her.

Morning came eventually, like a dim dawn at the end of a long night. When Miley woke, feeling none the worse for wear, completely clean and in her room, she had to stare. Had it all been a dream? Some twisted fantasy that her mind had cooked up for her personal enjoyment? It was possibly that she'd been repressing bicurious tendencies, but for them to erupt in a fantastic fashion like that? It didn't make sense.

Nor did the card.

Miley immediately punched the number on the card, having found it programmed into her cell phone already. tucking her hair behind her ear, she held the device up, listening to the ringing and wondering what was on the other end.

she wanted it to be real...
 
There was nothing but the ringing for a long moment. Then the line went live, and a familiar voice spoke on the other end.

"Good morning, songbird. Did you have pleasant dreams?"

Claire was relaxing by the poolside of her villa, "mourning" the sudden death of her husband, Francois Templin, one of the largest diamond moguls in all of western Europe. Her wonderful body was covered only in a barely-there bikini top with thick shades protecting her eyes from the sun. Between her legs a gorgeous young girl lapped and sucked dutifully at her employer, purring happily as the hand not holding Claire's cell phone stroked her hair in approval of the job she was doing.

It had been so easy. Broken Heart Draught, the new potion Miley's energies had unlocked, was one of the more sinister applications of eromancy. Any who had felt the pain of love lost know it hurts to the point that one feels one might die. But this mystic brew made that pain actually lethal. All she had to do was slip it in his drink and then tell him how it was all a lie. How she had cast spells over him for ten long years, how she had never loved him or even had sex with him. Hell, the onyl kiss they shared was the one at the altar.

It wasn't as if Francois was a saint. Like most rich men his wealth was built on the backs of others. Claire felt no sympathy watching him literally die of a broken heart, which was in such pain it simply refused to beat anymore. She knew the things he'd done. Especially to women. Used them. Abused them. Once he'd even traded a woman for diamonds.

And now all that wealth and power were solely hers. She suspected that Kim and Lisa would have disposed of their own rich husbands by now as well. No forensic analyst in the world would catch them. They'd kept the old coots alive to avoid the risk of murder, since the book had not revealed anything lethal to them yet. But now the darker parts were opening. Still focused on love and on sex, yes, but such things had their dark side and Broken Heart Draught was a most cruel form of murder.
 
The voice was the one from her dreams. Miley sat on her bed, still holding the phone to her ear, initially not saying anything. Once more, unreality reared its head. How could something like this have possibly happened? Magic, sex, lesbianism, Miley's own changing sexuality. It had all been very, very real. The brunette swallowed.

"They were really pleasant, actually," she admitted. Miley shifted on her bed. She thought she could hear movement on the other end, and could only guess what was happening with the stunning blonde. Claire seemed like someone who always had a handle on things, was always in control. Even when they'd been having sex, the blonde had looked completely in control. Why not now?

"What am I supposed to do?" she finally asked. "I think-- I think I'm bi now," might as well admit that much, wasn't like Claire knew. "Go you. But, um, am I supposed to find you guys now? Or head back to the club or something? I don't have any appointments for a few days yet, and I thought you had all my time..."

She was honestly more than a little surprised to find that she'd been dropped off at her room. It wasn't as though she really needed to account for herself anywhere. Her dad had given up after the "bong incident," and she was between guys right now. So that only left a handful of friends who weren't likely to check in and her agent, who'd told her to take a few days off. Why else would she have been partying so hardy?

Though honestly, Miley had enough money that she didn't have to work for the rest of her life, if she didn't want to. She could cancel most of her appointments will little harm...
 
"Mmmmhhaaah... just a moment, songbird. Enough. Shoo. We'll finish later." Claire dismissed the girl between her legs, closing them and letting out a soft sigh as she relaxed in the sun. She reached to a small metallic case and extracted a long, thin, dark brown cigarette. The very expensive kind that people with money used to show off what expensive things they could afford to light on fire.

"Well I'm glad that you've opened up and are being honest with yourself." She stuck it between her lips, her speech interrupted long enough to light it and take a long drag before continuing. "But if you think this is an advice hotline you need a reality check. You're my fuck toy. I'm not your mom, I'm not here to tell you what to do with every moment of your day."

Claire closed her eyes, grinning to no one in particular as another beautiful, naked girl drifted by on her back in the pool. "But if you're bored, I can certainly help keep you entertained. My home is always open to you if yours is dull. You're welcome to come over. Or if you'd like something more interesting... I was hoping you could introduce me to your little friends."

The blonde doubted it'd be that easy. Not that it mattered. Lisa and Kim had already agreed to which one got which of the remaining members of this trio, and if Miley didn't offer them up the girls would certainly be snatched and taken off soon anyway. With their targets in mind and the wealth of power Miley afforded they could take Demi and Selena without any trouble.
 
The advice hotline crack made Miley wince. Clearly this woman wasn't going to be all that supportive, nor did she strike Miley as being nearly as seductive anymore. It must be because she'd gotten what she wanted. Why continue to be cloying when you know your target would come begging?

"Did you want me to come to the club again?" asked Miley. She flipped over the card, looking to see if there was an address she'd missed. something told her that she had to go to them, absolutely needed to. It was something in the way Claire spoke, as though it were expected. Plus, as much as the starlet wanted to deny it, her body burned slightly. the idea of spending an extended period of time with those women had quite a bit of appeal.

But there was something else she said: "My friends?" repeated Miley, momentarily confused. it was true that she was friends with several other starlets, and it was quite probable that was who Claire was referring to. Miley had the brief flash of some of her closest friends writhing and moaning as she did. But... did they really think that Miley had that much pull? She couldn't convert her friends. Not even the ones that were more than halfway converted already.

"I'll head to where you want me to," Miley finally said, making that clear. She still wanted that affection again, and this woman seemed willing to provide it. The other details could be worked out in time.
 
Claire sat up and listened to Miley's tone, especially on those final words. She savored them. Claire suggested something Miley would clearly see the sinister implications of and she'd basically said she'd do anything. It was a delicious answer, one the blonde locked away in her mental box containing her most treasured memories.

"Good, good." she replied before taking a drag from her cigarette. "One in particular right now. Selena Gomez? Adorable face. I promise it won't be damaged. No friends we bring to play time will suffer anything that you do not. Well.. Lisa is a little rougher than me. But I'm sure your friend will learn to like it."

Claire thought for a moment before speaking further. "Tell her you have a hot date, but it's a double thing and you need her to go out with your date's friend. Don't mention the dates are girls. I'll give you an address to bring her to later tonight. If you're a good girl there'll be a nice tall glass of drugged booze and a hard cock with your name on them."

The blonde woman looked up at the sky, speaking in a tone that seemed perhaps more honest than any she'd used before. Claire was a creature o deception but this was straight from the heart, with no obfuscation. "I may seem cold, Miley. It's because I am. I get what I want and any who stand in the way of that get burned. But do what I say, be an obedient pet, and I will give you things all that fame and money can't. You KNOW you can't get this anywhere else. And I KNOW your little cunt is probably drooling already just thinking about it. Keep your phone on."

She shut her own with a snap of plastic on plastic, ending the call. Her lips curled upwards before flipping it open and dialing Lisa. "... Your sucking up last night paid off, Lisa. Yours is being captured tonight. Kim will have to wait for her precious dyke. Miley is baiting the hook now, so I'll need you to pick a nice penthouse."

The text came as expected early in the afternoon, giving the penthouse suite of one of the most exclusive hotels around. Even Miley would find the place pricey at several thousand dollars a night, but it showed these women had the money to back up their threats and explain their clothing.
 
Selena Gomez? Adorable face? Didn't Claire realize that of the three of the more popular Disney girls, Selena was the "pure" one, the "serious" one. She also was most definitely dating Justin Bieber, though Miley thought that more funny than anything else. The idea of cute Selena squirming as Lisa went at her though...

Then Claire promised rewards. Drugged booze; a hard cock. Already Miley had been squirming, and she did so more at those words. "I'll bring her," she promised. Selena owed her a favor. Plus, one date wasn't a big deal. Wasn't like Selena was holding on to her old life after.

Claire told Miley to be obedient. The starlet wanted to snap back, to say something. But she did know, she knew that this was the only way to get what she wanted. "I'll do what you say," she repeated meekly. She knew then that she was beaten, this woman's personal toy to do what she wanted with. Frankly, Miley didn't care. If you got what you wanted, what did it matter how you got it?

It took some phone calls, some begging and pleading, but Miley somehow managed to convince Selena to meet her there. the place selected helped, because a penthouse in an exclusive hotel meant someone who at least had money. An expensive dinner would get just about anyone, even Selena.

Still, Miley arrived first, dressed for a date. A clingy black dress encased her delightful form, emphasizing the curves that were now reserved for a domineering French woman, Perfect makeup drew out piercing blue eyes, and her lovely chestnut locks curled exquisitely over her round face. What people didn't see was the sheer thong the girl had on underneath, with the matching black bra.

Finally, just as Miley was stating to panic, Selena arrived. The cute Hispanic girl was all smiles and hugs, welcoming the friend she hadn't seen i some time. since they were still in the room of the hotel, they drew some publicity, and both girls milked it. Selena's dress was a pleasant white one, slightly airy and wafting about her petite body. It didn't emphasize so much as compliment her slim body. Miley had better curves, but there was no doubting that Selena had the perfect mixture of beauty, cuteness, and sex appeal. Her hair had been pulled back, sealed with a white clip, with just a few strands of black coming close to her deep brown eyes.

"I hope your friend is important," said Selena as the two headed up to the penthouse. "Justin nearly threw a fit when I told him I was going on a date with someone else. I told him you'd be there, and that everyone would behave themselves. I still think he wanted to send me with a bodyguard."

she laughed; Miley joined, though a lot more nervous. Soon they were walking into the penthouse, and Miley couldn't help but feel like she'd just nudged a lamb into the lions' den. Or in this case, lionesses'
 
The penthouse was, as expected, a very well-decorated and atmospheric place. Nice music was playing over the stereo system. It was playing R&B, nice romantic music. The lights were quite dim, making the view of the city's night skyline all the more magnificent. And in front of those humongous glass windows that were really more like glass walls were two women whom Miley knew and Selena had never seen before.

Claire's deep royal blue dress clung to her form, not quite long enough to cover her thighs completely was showing the kind of body that once stood alongside Humphrey Bogart and showed so many men their first look at breasts. For such classic beauties as Marilyn Munroe and Mae West were the only possible comparison for her timeless figure, slinky and tall and mysterious and everything a man could want and be intimidated by in the same package. The general look of her outfit would make her quite in place shooting a period piece in an exclusive 30s Chicago night club, singing her heart out to gangsters and judges alike.

Across from her, Lisa was dressed in a similarly expensive manner. But her more curvaceous body was encased in a shimmering gold dress whose bright color was a perfect compliment to her dark skin. Her hair was worn loose, showing that she possessed the long, straight, silky hair that so many of her ethnicity had to work so hard to have or simply could not achieve. It was wavy and shined in the light almost as brilliantly as the dress. The neckline plunged deep, showing the entirety of her cleavage to the girls. And the short skirt meant only her crossed legs prevented them from seeing the treasure between her legs.

The table itself was set but did not contain food yet. There was, however, a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice and four glasses waiting for them. There were also menus on the plates, and the hotel's kitchen had quite a vast and excellent selection. Aside from the fact that they were women and not men the set-up was just about everything a girl dreamed of in a romantic date.

Claire waved to Miley with a grin, calling out in a flirtatious tone. "Hi there, songbird! So glad you could make our date. Oh, and you DID find a friend to bring! Thank you so much, I would've felt just terrible if Lisa had to just sit there and watch us with no one to talk to herself."

Clearly she didn't intend to make this easy on Miley or spare her any embarrassment in front of her friend. But then with these two that would probably not even rank on the embarrassment scale in a few minutes.
 
The two women looked stunning, that much was certain. For Miley, who'd already heartily embraced her bisexuality, it was a wondrous sight. She looked from Claire to Lisa, in awe of these wonderful women and their classic beauty. She could only hope that she would become someone like that. But, perhaps even better, was seeing that Claire was quite pleased with what Miley had done.

she could have done without the comment though.

"What?" said Selena. Her eyes went wide. she too, had been admiring the women. The whole setup looked quite romantic, very much like something one of Selena's boyfriends would have prepared for her. She'd already contemplated the difficulties in explaining that to her boyfriend. However, when Claire spoke, it became quite clear what was happening. Selena looked at her friend, obviously stunned.

"I'm dating Claire?" tried Miley.

"They're women!" said Selena. She waved at them, then turned to face, forcing a smile and acting like she hadn't just been caught completely flat-footed. "Look, I'm really sorry about this. You're both beautiful and all, but I think my friend here is confused," in more ways than one, by the way Selena said it. "I'm really not interested in a, ah, romantic engagement with someone of the same sex," that nearly made Selena blush, "so, I think I'm going to go ahead and leave."

she was turning to go, while Miley looked to the two women, searching their faces for a clue or some help. Should she stop her friend? They'd only said to bring her here. It wasn't like Miley hadn't warned them. Selena was practically homophobic. no way would she go along with this. But they had to have a plan. Miley knew Claire... there was always a plan.
 
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