Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
In chapter 1, Eric Wright, Renaissance scholar, found a spell the sixteenth-century heretic Giordano Bruno had created. He used it on his wife Julie, a petite yet strong-willed lawyer, enslaving her will but otherwise leaving her mental faculties intact. In chapter 2 he added a committed and somewhat masochistic lesbian named Shelly to his growing harem.
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As a quick note, I apologize for how long it's taken me to write this chapter. The pandemic threw up obstacles, but I'll be timelier with my contributions moving forward. π
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Shelly had never had a real cock before mine, so her pussy was exquisitely tight as I fucked her from behind. She was going 69 with Julie, tonguing my wife's twat while Julie used her increasingly talented tongue on my cock, balls, and Shelly's clit as I pounded Shelly's pussy. Every so often I'd pull my cock out and push it down Julie's throat. I loved the feel of her throat muscles contracting and pulsing around my cock as her body struggled for breath, but since I'd ordered her to let me do whatever I wanted to do to her she didn't attempt to push my cock out even if I held it too long down her throat and she started to go limp from lack of oxygen. Between her tight throat and Shelly's tight cunt I was getting just about there, so I pulled my cock out of Shelly's dripped cunt and pushed just the head into Julie's mouth.
"Cum girls," I said. Both immediately writhed in orgasm. The feeling of control I had from making them cum like that, plus the wonderful things it made Julie's tongue do, made me explode into her mouth. I fucked her face a few strokes, then pulled out as she swallowed like the obedient slut my magic had made her into.
I stumbled back into the chair in the corner of the bedroom and sipped some water out of the glass I'd left there for just this occasion as the two sexy women recovered from their massive orgasms.
After I'd taken a few sips I said, "Julie, stand up and let me have a look at your ass."
Shelly rolled off her so she could obey, allowing Julie to stand up and turn so her cute little bubble butt was visible for my inspection. I'd been letting Shelly dominate her because it was hot, and frankly because I was still pissed at Julie for planning to leave me before I erased her will with the spell I found in Giordano Bruno's 16
th
-century notebook. Recently Shelly had gotten a bit too excited with the paddle and left some ugly bruises on Julie's ass, but they were fading nicely.
I nodded as I said, "Alright, the bruises aren't showing very much now. You should be able to change in the locker room at the gym without causing anyone to ask weird questions. Get a shower and get to your yoga classβand remember what I told you about Tabby."
Tabby was Julie's hot as fuck 19-year-old yoga instructor, and I had plans for her. Julie grinned at me over her shoulder and said, "Yes sir!" She then headed to the bathroom in order to get cleaned up. Just a few weeks ago ordering her around like that would have sent her into a feminist rant, but no longer.
Turning my attention to the pink-haired lesbian who had just been taking my cock, I said to Shelly, "As for you, the grass needs to be cut so get to it."
Shelly said, "No problem," as she raised up and stretched, showing off her glorious D cups and pierced nipples, before she got herself up and pulled her shorts and t-shirt back on. She never wore a bra, which gave the neighbors a thrill when she worked in the yard. I'd mentioned to some of the more nosy people in the neighborhood that Shelly was a student making some extra cash by taking care of our yard, but in reality she did it because I'd figured out all sorts of ways she could be useful. When I first used Bruno's spell to enslave her will it had been purely for sexual purposes, but I'd since learned that she would do chores as willingly as she'd take my cock up her ass, so why not take advantage of the free labor?
Soon both women were gone, so I took a leisurely shower myself, then headed to my study to get some writing done. It was June, so I didn't teach, which meant this was the time of year when I was able to really bear down on my scholarship. I was writing a little article about Giordano Bruno, but focusing on his mathematical ideas rather than his magic. I'd keep that as my little secret.
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I'd lost track of time as I worked, realizing with a start that several hours had passed when the doorbell finally interrupted my train of thought. I got up and stretched, cracking my back, before I went to the door. Opening it, I found my buddy Ray standing on the porch, half turned away from me as he watched Shelly weeding in the flowerbeds. She was braless as always, so he could clearly see down the front of her sweat-soaked t-shirt as she leaned over, giving him a good view of her big swaying tits. I knew he'd chosen this time to come over because he knew Julie was away at the gym and she'd never liked him much, saying that she found him to be a bit of a sexist meathead. Maybe he was, but he was also my friend.
I made a small cough and he turned toward me with a grin. "Man, your gardener is hot."
I looked her way and as I took in just how sweaty she was, it occurred to me to worry about whether or not she was properly hydrated. Going over my directions to her in my head, I realized I hadn't said anything to her about drinking water. Given the power I had over her, she might well work herself literally to death, so I said to Ray, "Come on in. I'll be right back."
I walked out to where Shelly was working and said, "Hey, it's hot out here. Take regular breaks and drink plenty of water. And it's coming up on lunch time, come in and have a sandwich."
Shelly stood up and stretched, making the barbells in her nipples
very
obvious beneath her sweat-soaked shirt. Her throat was so dry she croaked a bit as she said, "Thanks sir."
I felt a momentary twinge of guilt as she dropped her weeding implements and headed into the house. I said, "Go on into the kitchen, get some ice water, and make yourself some lunch. Take some time off and then you can finish the weeding after lunch."
She flashed me a grateful grin and said, "Thanks!" as she went into the house.
Ray was in the living room taking careful note of the way Shelly's t-shirt stuck to her braless tits as she came into the house. I said, "Ray, this is Shelly. Shelly, Ray."
She nodded in his direction and rolled her eyes at Ray's obvious leering, then headed to the kitchen. I chuckled and after she had left the room, I said to Ray, "Easy boy, you're married. Besides, she's a lesbian."
Ray said, "I'm married, not dead or blind, and whether or not she's a lesbian, she's got great tits."
I chuckled and thought about the last time I fucked those tits before blowing a big load of cum on Shelly's face, but all I said was, "Okay, you've got me there."
Motioning toward a chair I said, "Take a load off. Need anything to drink?"
Ray sat and said, "Naw, I just wanted to come by and catch up."
We sat and chatted for a while, trading gossip and just generally shooting the breeze, until Shelly walked by, leaving the kitchen and heading back outside. Ray's eyes tracked her bouncing breasts again, and he said, "Man, how did you get Julie to agree to you getting such a hot gardener?"