MISSPELLED! By THRONE

MISSPELLED!

By THRONE

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**DEVIN DICKIE NOTE**

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

MISSPELLED!

By THRONE

MISSPELLED 

by Throne

Jason entered the little shop at the agreed upon time.  The proprietress had told him to get there just as she was about to close.  The place was poorly lit and crowded with shelves and cabinets.  It dealt largely with herbs, so the air was redolent with their mingled scents.  In a glass-fronted cabinet were two skulls, a shrunken head that he believed was real, carved African and Oceanic figures, and several masks made of various materials.  The bookcases behind the counter were lined with old volumes.  He could read some of the titles but other ones seemed to shift and become illegible when he tried to focus on them.  Once the door was locked behind him, they would be able to finalize the terms of his deal in private, without interruptions.  

The woman who owned the place, Lilith, was tall and shapely, with long black hair that framed a pale face.  Her features were dominated by dark eyes and a full crimson mouth.  She wore clothing in a style from some much earlier era, in shades of grey.  On her slender fingers were several rings and around her neck hung a glinting pendant.  When he arrived, she was finishing up a sale to a female customer, a cute but far from gorgeous young lady.

The customer asked, "And if I burn the candle before he arrives, he will fall in love with me?"

"Yes, but only if you truly love him.  This particular spell doesn't create love, but only brings to the surface that which has been waiting to be discovered."

"I see.  Thank you.  I'll stop back and let you know how it worked."

"Please do."  

They finished the transaction, the patron left, and Lilith locked the door.  Jason approached her.  When she fixed her emerald eyes on him, he felt momentarily lightheaded.  She smiled and it was like he had tasted mythical ambrosia.

"So," she said, her voice silken, "are you still interested in the service we discussed?"

"Yes, I am."

"Despite how the spell might affect the person on who it will be enacted?"

"Sure.  My girlfriend Brianna isn't willing to dedicate herself to me.  I demand total loyalty and obedience, which she's not prepared to give.  That's why I want to teach her a lesson."

"As you desire."

"And like we talked about before, I want to see it happen to her."

Lilith closed those hypnotic eyes for a moment.  "Done."

"When can we start?"

"Right after we make it official."

He smiled.  Though he had it on good authority that she could do what she claimed, and did possess true magic, his research had convinced him she was no devil, nor even an agent of one.  They had previewed the terms.  With his considerable wealth he was easily able to pay her price.  The part about how a karmic balance must be maintained didn't bother him.  He figured that any immediate trouble he experienced in return for what was going to happen to Brianna would be simple to manage, and if there were further complications, he could buy his way out of them.  

Jason grinned smugly.  "What's next?  Do I sign a contract in blood?"  He chuckled at his attempted humor.  

"Not at all.  We simply join hands and that seals our pact." 

She clasped her pendant with one hand and extended the other.  Jason paused.  Her certainty rattled him.  He got over that quickly and wrapped his fingers around hers.  His handshake was practiced, the same one he used in business, calculated to convey confidence and authority.  When their hands joined, he experienced another instant of that odd sensation, as if he was momentarily disassociated from his body.  

Lilith told him, "Please come into the back room.  I have already caused Brianna to go where she can encounter the man with who she will interact."

"And he's going to ravage her.  Right?  Some rough sex that'll make her realize how good she had it with me?"

"I can determine what will take place but not how she will react to it.  What occurs physically will be as you requested."

They sat at a small round table.  It was covered by a cloth embroidered with magical symbols.  In the center of the table was a crystal ball on a low stand.  There wasn't much light in the room but as Lilith placed her hands on the globe, it began to radiate illumination.  Images swirled around in its interior and then coalesced into clarity.  He was looking at Brianna, nicely dressed, with her auburn hair tied back.  He had always told her that style was too plain, and that she should get a shag cut or something else that he would find sexy.  Her sweater played down the considerable size of her bust, which was another misstep in his mind.  If you've got it, he told her, flaunt it.  Of course, the reason Jason wanted her in tight, low-cut tops was for other guys to ogle.  Their envy would feed his ego.  

The image spread, as if a camera was pulling back to take in more of the scene.  Brianna was in a upscale club.  Her loose blouse deemphasized her generous bust.  She was sitting at the bar with a stemmed glass in front of her.  Jason suffered a twinge of possessiveness but then reminded himself that she was there without him only because of Lilith's sorcery.  Brianna was short, so when a very tall guy with an athletic build sat next to her, she appeared even smaller.  The guy had sandy hair.  He wore a sport coat.  He ordered a screwdriver.  His handsome face turned toward Jason's girlfriend and he nodded.  She returned the gesture fractionally.  His drink arrived.  

Suddenly the ambient sounds of the place were audible, as if a volume control had been gradually turned up.  There were background voices and jazz playing softly on the sound system.  Jason despised that music, preferring hard rock.  He watched with interest as the good-looking guy spoke to Brianna.

"Hey," he said.  "I can't believe you're here alone.  Are you waiting for someone to meet you?"

She displayed one hand, palm up, and shrugged.  "Not really."

"You're not attached?  How can that be?"

"I sort of have a boyfriend.  He's okay but so full of himself."

The fellow nodded.  "He's probably insecure.  I'm Steve, by the way."

She introduced herself.  When he raised his glass, she did the same and they clinked them together.  Lilith said, "To better relationships."

Steve agreed and then went on, "I'm getting over something myself.  The girl I was with got a huge promotion, but it involved moving to another city.  It was an amicable split but still sad."

"That's rough," Brianna sympathized.  "It sounds like you were compatible.  In my case..."  She took a sip of her wine.  "... let's just say he's a control freak.  And he missed the message about treating women as equals."

Her new acquaintance wanted to know, "Was he that way about everything?"

She hesitated, as if unsure about how much to reveal.  Then she said, "Yeah.  If you mean in the sack, that's where he was the most selfish."

Listening to that, Jason froze up inside.  Having his bedroom performance negatively critiqued was not something he had anticipated.  

Steve said, "That's bad.  A man should always take care of his partner."

She laid her hand on his.  "With the man I'm talking about, that never happened."  She looked thoughtful.  Was it the wine working or Lilith's spell that made her say what came next?  Leaning toward Steve and whispering confidentially, she revealed, "And he isn't equipped for the job, if you know what I mean."  In case the message hadn't been clear, she held up her hand with the thumb and first finger a few inches apart.  "Right?"

"That could be a problem," Steve said before taking another swallow of his drink.  "I'd love to go somewhere and talk more about this.  You're so interesting and articulate."

Brianna squeezed his hand.  "We could do that.  But where?"

"My place is nearby.  In fact, I walked here."  

"Well..."  She took a deep breath, making her impressive bosom rise and call attention to itself, despite her concealing fashion choice.  "I'd like to take a stroll."

Jason watched intently as the two of them left the club, with Steve's arm around Brianna.  The man gazing into the crystal ball reminded himself that the end goal was for her to have hard sex that would make Jason shine by comparison.  Why would she want to be pounded by that guy when she could have her current boyfriend's gentler, albeit not satisfying, attentions?  The couple walked along the street, glancing into store windows, in no hurry.  From Jason's point-of-view, it was as if a reality show camera operator was trailing them.  They reached Steve's building, which had a doorman.  As they passed through the lobby, there was further confirmation that it was a pricy place.  The front desk employees smiled at Steve with friendly familiarity.  He and Brianna had the elevator to themselves.  She lidded her eyes and turned her face up to him, lips parted.  He leaned down to lovingly kiss her.  Jason observed them going into Steve's place, which turned out to be a spacious and well decorated penthouse.  There were framed art prints on the walls, which Brianna paused to examine.  

She sat on the couch while Steve went to the kitchen and returned with flutes of champagne.  They shared another toast.  This time it was his turn to make the declaration.  He dedicated it to 'new beginnings'.  Jason was growing desperate for the ugly part of Brianna's evening to start.  He had to wait a half hour while they talked intimately, their words interspersed with more kisses.  Finally, as if by mutual agreement, they proceeded to the bedroom.  Standing by the king-size bed, they helped each other undress.  When Steve's boxer shorts came down, it was plain that his bed wasn't the only king-size thing he had to offer.  Jason was stabbed by envy.  

Once they were lying down, there was foreplay.  That ended and Steve penetrated Brianna.  It was the moment of truth.  Jason bit his lips in anticipation.  Lilith was true to her word.  The joining was animated, with Steve banging away at his bedmate.  The problem for Jason was that, instead of acting like she was being used, Brianna relished it.  She wrapped her legs around her partner and urged him with words not to let up.  There were other things she said as well.

"You're so much better than my boyfriend.  He could never fill me up like you're doing.  He doesn't have your spirit and completely lacks your skill.  When I have sex with him, it's like he's using me to masturbate his little dick with my pussy."

Steve wasn't bothered by the repeated mentions of the other man.  He must have seen them as affirmations of his own superiority.  And he was so adept, the opposite of Jason.  Their frenetic coupling went on and on.  It ended with simultaneous orgasms.  They lay in each other's arms, with her snuggling against the big man.  Lilith had fulfilled her part of the bargain.  Brianna, however, hadn't reacted as Jason thought she would.  He was disappointed.  More significant, everything she had said against him left his pride in tatters.  He felt a growing need to reassert himself somehow.  Not only was Steve the better man in bed, but he probably was wealthier than Jason.  

The crystal ball dimmed.  Jason stood up shakily.  

Lilith asked, "Did I give you what you asked for?"

"Yes, but..."  He shook his head.  Then he said, "How does that whole karma balancing bit go?"

"I'm sure it will work itself out.  Is there anything else before you leave?"

"No."  He headed for the front door, turned the latch, and let himself out onto the street.  

Jason wandered around the dark city, going from one pool of streetlamp light to the next, not paying much attention to where he was.  When he noticed his surroundings, he was surprised to see the place where Brianna had met Steve.  Maybe if he went there himself, and also met someone, it would salve his bruised ego.  He entered, sat at the bar, and ordered a Black Russian.  Halfway through the potent drink, he became aware of someone seating themself next to him.  It was a female, tall and magnificently curvy.  She had red hair that flowed past her shoulders and a lovely face.  That stunning figure was encased in a leather dress.  She wore tall black boots with patterns tooled into them, pointed steel-tipped toes, and steep stiletto heels.  He spent a few extra seconds eyeing her footwear before returning to her piercing eyes, which had yellow irises, something he'd never seen before.  

"Hello there," she said, the words honeyed.  "I'm Sue.  Do you come here often?"

He was thrown off by her use of the cliched pick-up line.  Jason didn't like that she had taken the lead, but was so intoxicated by her that he ignored it.  His need to repair the damage done to his self-image had continued to mount and she was the perfect one for him to use for that purpose.  After he had done it and discarded her, he would be on top of the world again.  They chatted, with him doing most of the talking, portraying himself as having been unfairly treated by a treacherous woman.  It wasn't true but what did that matter, since he didn't intend to see Sue after this evening?  He belatedly introduced himself, stumbled through a few conversational ploys, and then found out that she was housesitting a friend's vacant apartment.  

Sue said, "I don't want to walk home alone.  It's scary.  Would you mind escorting me?"

That was enough of an invitation for Jason.  In his narcissistic mind, she wasn't afraid.  No.  She lusted for him because he was so manly.  Screw Brianna.  Forget that crap she had said, which was plainly not true.  This was going to be Jason's hour to shine.  Well, it would be more like a sliver of an hour, as finishing prematurely was another of his lovemaking liabilities.  Their destination, a brownstone building, was a short saunter away.  An ancient elevator took them to the third floor.  Inside the modest unit, Sue made him a drink.  Well, one more couldn't hurt.  Anything that promoted getting down and dirty was fine by him.  They sat on a couch and made out.  When he got his hands on Sue's big boobs, she didn't object at all.  In fact, she purred happily.  Then she lowered the zipper on the front of her dress, exposing the absence of a bra underneath.  Her breasts were twin miracles, round, with wide pink aureoles and protruding nipples.  He got his mouth on them, buried his face between them, and artlessly pinched those stiff nipples.  She continued her vocalizations of approval.  Sue's body heat made the scent of leather spread.  Her hand found his crotch and massaged it.  

Standing up in front of him, Sue declared, "I need to get more comfortable."  She shucked the dress.  What Jason saw was sheer physical perfection.  With no panties on, her pubic bush was shown to be of the same hue as her crowning glory.  All she wore was those compelling boots.  "Now it's your turn," she told the mesmerized man.  "Strip for me, baby."

He got up and disrobed, his hands shaking the entire time.  When he was naked, he was gratified to find that she didn't disparage his subpar genitals, or even notice their dimensions.  Instead, she drew him against her.  He had to have her.  Sue was the only other person in his world.  She licked the outside of his mouth, a perverse move that drove him to new heights of arousal.  When she drew him against her, his erection was sandwiched between their bodies.  Everything was going smoothly until she put her hands on his bare shoulders and pressed downward.  He still didn't like her being in charge in any way, but was not going to risk losing this priceless opportunity.  He let his knees buckle and sank down onto them.  What did she want?

His unspoken question was answered when she said, "Touch my boots.  I saw how you stared at them earlier.  I know you want your hands on them."

Her words made sense to him.  Jason ran his fingers over the lines impressed into the leather.  He felt how the backs of the boots followed the shape of her firm thighs.  A strange ecstasy came over him.  As if ordered to by some unheard voice, he dipped down to kiss the metal toe-tips.  He smooched his way from there to the very tops, alternating from left to right.  His urgent need was nearly driving him to weep.  He was obsessed with Sue and everything about her, including what was on her feet.

She told him, "Let's go to the bedroom.  I'm sure my girlfriend won't mind if we use it.  Don't bother to get up."

He was confused by that last instruction, but keeping her happy was paramount.  He followed on all fours, drawn by the sway of her round unblemished ass.  She got onto the bed on her back and spread her legs.

"Come up here, darling," she coaxed.  "I know you're hungry for me."

He got between her feet, salivating at the sight of her form laid out for his delectation.  And for his pleasure.  He shuffled forward on his knees and got into the missionary position, with his cock, so rigid that it hurt, aimed at her furrow.

"Not yet," she cooed.  "First you have to satisfy your appetite.  Get your mouth on my pussy, Jason."

She was not only holding the reins now, but thinking only of herself.  He whimpered but then backed up.  Jason got his face close to her mound.  He could smell her feminine musk.  There was a hint of something else exuding from her center, something ambrosial again.  She bent her legs and raised her knees.  He had never used his mouth on any female, including Brianna, but knew from girl-on-girl porn how it was done.   He licked her slit from bottom to top before sucking her clitoris.  At the same time, his hands found her boots and gripped the ankles.  The touch of leather against his palms sent tingles through his every erogenous zone.  He had the fleeting thought that eating her, while being granted the privilege of touching those boots, was better than sex.  That was nonsense, yet he couldn't shake it from his mind.

Jason lapped and lapped.  He rubbed his nose in her groove until he was anointed with her juices.  She got even wetter, causing him to have to swallow the excess fluids.  Damn.  It wasn't where he wanted this to go.  Even so, he was drawn ever deeper into her entangling web.  He rubbed his cock against the mattress, keeping his stimulation at a fever pitch but careful not to make himself finish.  Sue's hunger for climaxes was voracious.  He lost count of how many his mouth gave her.  Five?  Seven?  His jaw hurt.  His tongue felt like it would always have sense memories of slurping her.  When she at last relaxed, he moved back into his preferred location, with his dick poised for action.

She whispered, "You exhausted me, lover.  Having you inside would be too much now.  Just put the tip of your little dick against my kitty lips.  Doesn't that feel nice?  Don't go any further.  No, no, no."

She reached up and diddled his nipples.  The combination of having his knob in the vestibule of her sex and those nimble fingers tantalizing him was like nothing he had ever experienced before.  It was incredible.  He moaned and shuddered.  She gave him permission to jerk his hips, as long as he didn't try to enter her.

"Be my good boy," she cautioned.  "Otherwise, I'll make you move your baby-size dick away and not let you put it back there."  She used the voice of someone talking to a young child as she said, "Does Jason want to squirt his miniature pecker?  Does he need to empty his gumball nuggets?"  Why was she insulting his male parts?  It was humiliating.  "If Sue lets Jason shoot, will he be polite and lick up the mess he makes?  Will he?  Hmmm?"

It was impossible for him to say no.  Even though what she wanted was utterly disgusting, being rejected by Sue was unthinkable.  He would have it his way on their next visit to the bedroom.  

He groaned, "Yes.  Jason will behave.  If Sue let's him spurt, he will lap up his cream from her puss like a little gentleman."

She laughed out loud at his words.  "Then go for it."  He saw Sue wet two fingers in her mouth.  "But don't take more than a few seconds or you'll lose your chance."

He wanted to prolong this addictive happening but heeded what she said.  Those fingertips, slicked with saliva and applied to his chest, pushed him over the edge.  After only seconds of being allowed moving contact with her slippery labia again, still without entering, he shot his load into the entrance of her passage.  What had he done?  Why had he agreed to what was to follow?  With a whimper of defeat, he slid down until his face was once more level with her nest.  As he gathered his own spunk with his tongue and swallowed the mess, he wept tears of shame.  She had brought him so low.  Even so, he knew that he would do whatever she said at any time, simply for the chance to be in her presence again.  He was hooked on the irresistible seductress.   

After he caught his breath, while still in the 'V' of her long legs, he cautiously inquired, "When can I see you again?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, not sounding regretful at all.  "That's not how it works.  In fact, my girlfriend will be back tomorrow, so this apartment won't be available after that."

"No problem.  My place is here in the city.  I can give you cab fare.  Whatever it takes."

"I have other places to be, other deeds to do.  But you'll find someone else.  Just keep looking and looking."

"But Lilith...  at the shop...  with her crystal ball..."

"Oh?  You met Lilith?  She's such a mischief maker.  Tell her hello from me.  Say that you met Miss Cubby.  She knows me."

Sue nudged him off the bed and watched him get dressed.  Despite all his protests, she shooed him out the door.  

It has been six months since then.  Poor Jason wants to consult with Lilith again but every time he tries to go to her shop, he finds himself arriving elsewhere, as if guided by unseen forces.  The troubled guy keeps seeking someone to replace Sue.  He searches for big curvaceous woman, preferably in boots.  If they have boots on, he can't stop himself from lavishing attention on those.  He craves eating their pussies.  Most of all, he fanatically wants to touch the flower of their vagina with the head of his little dick, without going further, while they finger his receptive nipples.  If they insult his penis, that's a bonus.  He always finishes too soon.  Sticking to that ritual is now the only way he can cum.  Then he has to consume his own ejaculate.  Doing that nauseates him more than ever but he can't help himself.  

Please don't worry about Brianna.  For her, Jason is just a fading memory, a life lesson that taught her what to avoid in a man.  She's extremely happy with Steve, the sex is always wild and fantastic, and the two of them couldn't be more delighted.  

One final note.  Brianna thought she saw Jason on the street.  The person who might have been him was disheveled, with vacant eyes, ignoring everyone around him until he spotted a tall dusky girl with heavy tits and a round jutting ass that were shown off by her tight dress.  She was wearing brown knee-length boots, decorated at their tops with three rows of metal studs.  Brianna almost said something to the distracted figure but he went hurrying off in pursuit of that swarthy, zaftig, long-legged female.  Before they turned a corner, he was speaking to her, gesturing, and acting like his sanity depended on getting to be with her.  Beyond that, we can only speculate. 

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