Witch Chronicles

I actually pouted and whined, "You didn't cum."

"I will, doing you doggie style." I almost hurt myself getting on my
hands and knees and presenting my ass to him. He got behind me,
pressed his still hard dick into my ass, grabbed my hips and started
pounding away. I was nothing but a fuck toy at that point, but I
didn't care.

After he came, things immediately changed. All the lust was gone and
I was, mentally, back to normal. I was also sick. If I could've, I
would've either decked the President or gotten the fuck out of there,
but he had dropped the chain, and my neck was now chained down at an
arm's length from the floor.

He said, "Do you understand now? I can make you desire anything, and
you will do anything to get what I make you desire. Simply by
withholding that, you become my slave."

"And it doesn't bother you to rape me?"

"Not really. Of course, you could end it all just by joining us."

"Go to fucking hell."

"Tsk, tsk, such language. We're going to have to do something about that."

He reached for me. Knowing what he was going to do, I tried to get
away, but it was no use. Just before he touched me, I asked, "What
does your wife think of your fucking other people?"

"She loves it. She loves the idea of passing her lovers around like
property. Fact is, her lovers didn't cheat on her, she enchanted
them to fuck other people." He touched me and once more I was
overwhelmed with the need to get fucked by him. He disconnected the
chain, saying, "We won't need this anymore. You won't try get away,
will you?"

"Oh, no, sir." And I meant it. Getting away would have meant losing
any opportunity to get the President inside me again. "I need you.
Could you fuck me again? Fill me with your seed?"

"Looking like that? I think not. If you ever want me to fuck you
again, you will become the most ultra-feminine maid I have on staff.
That means female clothes, make-up, and never any pants. Understand?"