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A Little Spell
By Rachael

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature
audiences.
rache696@yahoo.com  http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Note: This is the third chapter and you should read Chapters One and
Two before continuing beyond this point.

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A Little Spell - Chapter Three


"Oh Robert!" Pauline sobbed as her assistant lifted the cover of the
shoebox away.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Robert looked at the tiny woman in
surprise, clearly not expecting this. She was naked and crying,
huddled in the corner like a child. He reached down and carefully
picked up his naked boss with both hands, cradling her gently.

"It was terrible!" Pauline wrapped her arms around the man's left
thumb, shivering and looking into his worried eyes. "It was Brenda.
She tied me up, by my arms, see?"

She held up her left wrist and Robert looked closely, seeing for
himself the small bruises and angry red rope burns on her pale skin.

"Brenda did that?" Robert asked, not wanting to believe it.

"Uh-huh. Oh, Robert! She left me there, hanging in the kitchen, and
then she spanked me hard with a stick," Pauline choked back another
sob. "Look...Look at my butt. Is it bad?"

Pauline turned her back to him and bent over slightly, presenting her
firm round ass to Robert's inspection. It was still red, with clearly
visible welts and even some dark bruises. Robert frowned, trying to
imagine Brenda, his sweet loving wife of nearly ten years, doing such
a thing.

"Brenda did this?" Robert repeated incredulously, but he was speaking
mostly to himself.

"Yes," Pauline sniffed. "She...She made me wet myself," Pauline blushed
at that admission, looking down as her big tears fell onto Robert's
palm. "I haven't eaten or anything. She didn't even give me water. Oh
please, Robert, don't ever leave me alone with her again! Please!"

"I..." Robert didn't know what to say. He sat down on his bed, now
holding Pauline in his right hand, protectively close to his chest. He
stroked her gently with his left hand, running two fingers along her
shoulders and down her back.

Pauline shivered beneath the man's touch, giving Robert her big blue
eyes and trembling lips.

"I'm so sorry, Pauline. I just can't believe she would do that,"
Robert shook his head sadly, wondering how his wife could ever have
done such a thing to someone so small and helpless as Pauline. How
anyone could have done it.

"She hurt me, Robert," Pauline arched her back slightly, enjoying the
feel of Robert's caressing touch. "She made me call her Mistress and..."

"I'll talk to her, I'll go downstairs and..."

"No! Please, no. Not yet, don't leave me yet," Pauline pressed herself
against Robert's warm skin, wrapping her arms around the man's
fingers. "I've been so lonely, Robert. So frightened. Just hold me,
please? For a little bit, Robert. Just for a while, okay?"

"Sure. Of course I will," Robert nodded. "I'm here now, Pauline.
You're safe now."

=-=-=-=-=-==-

Downstairs in the kitchen, Brenda was cooking dinner, but she knew she
was in trouble. That little bitch would be telling Robert everything,
she thought, and probably more than that. Pauline would be making
stuff up, lies to make what had happened seem much worse than it
really was. So she'd given the woman a spanking, so what? She'd
deserved it. Pauline had bad manners and a filthy mouth. The little
slut deserved everything Brenda had given her and more, probably.

At least that's what Brenda was telling herself. Inside she didn't
really believe that, of course, being the basically good and decent
woman she was. She'd spent the afternoon wrestling with her guilt, not
only for the unjust punishment she'd inflicted on Pauline that
morning, but also for the lust she'd felt afterwards. She'd
masturbated, Brenda reminded herself unhappily, fingered her hungry
pussy like a wanton slut, and all the while thinking about Pauline.
Not her loving husband Robert, not even another man, but about another
woman. It was obscene.

Brenda frowned and mashed the potatoes she was holding violently,
threatening to crack the big ceramic bowel that contained them. Thank
goodness her daughters were at her mother's house for the day. Brenda
decided she'd call her mom and see if they couldn't spend the night.
She had a feeling Robert would be wanting to talk with her soon and
after that, Brenda seriously doubted she'd be feeling very motherly.
She had to protect her children, just as she had to convince Robert
that Pauline had to go. The woman was a bad influence. She was evil
and trying to seduce the both of them, Brenda thought, and in Brenda's
heart of hearts, she didn't think Pauline would fail.

-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-

Brenda didn't know how right she was. She had no real facts to back up
her suspicions, but she did have intuition and experience on her side,
so perhaps it wasn't entirely a lucky guess on her part. She'd seen
how women like Pauline operated, and so she'd naturally assumed that
Pauline would act the same way, by using her sexuality, her guile and
female charms, to get what she most wanted.

And so that would explain why Pauline was resting so comfortably on
Robert's chest right then, pressing her hand against his warm body
through the soft cotton of his undershirt. He'd taken off his coat and
tie already, so getting him out of that starched button-down dress
shirt hadn't been too awfully hard. He hadn't even protested when
Pauline had suggested he lay down for a bit so he could relax and
think about what Pauline had told him.

It was very comfortable like that actually, Pauline smiled to herself.
Robert's chest was soft, but firm and warm. She enjoyed the way it
rose gently beneath her and then fell as he breathed. She could even
feel his heart as she lay there on her tummy, smiling at him with her
arms crossed beneath her chin. She had her knees bent too, so her feet
were high, ankles crossed and she swung them to and fro like a
metronome and Robert was watching her. He just couldn't help himself.

That was the best part for Pauline. He was looking at her and not only
because they were talking, Robert filling his boss in on what had
happened at the office that day, but because he liked looking at
Pauline. There was interest in his eyes, and much more than he'd
demonstrated even during their shower together the day before. He was
falling for her. Pauline would have bet money that Robert had spent
much of the day in her office, answering her phone, making her
decisions, and thinking about her not as his boss, but as the woman
he'd held in his hands. The woman he'd touched and so tenderly
caressed beneath that warm spray.

And when he'd seen her hurt and crying, that had really done it,
Pauline thought. She'd saved up a lot of tears for that moment, banked
her emotions like the cold calculating executive she was, bitch being
entirely too common a word, and she'd spent her savings wisely,
investing in Robert's paternal nature. Nothing, she told herself,
would get the man's attention more than seeing her small and
frightened and hurt. It was the secret combination to his heart and
now she knew her plan was working.

Robert wanted her.

"Can you...I mean, would you..." Pauline asked hesitantly, blushing
softly, "...rub my back again, Robert?"

"Uh, sure," Robert nodded. He'd been wanting to do precisely that but
quite unable to admit it. Robert licked his lips. "Like this?"

"Mmmm...That feels so good," Pauline nodded, closing her eyes as she
felt the tips of his fingers along her supple spine. "I like it when
you touch me that way."

"Y-You do?" Robert cleared his throat.

Careful, not too fast, Pauline told herself. Mustn't rush the man. But
she was getting excited herself and Pauline's impatience invariable
won out in such circumstances. Her body positively tingled and she
couldn't help but remember the front row view of Robert's healthy cock
driving into his no-good cunt of a wife the night before. My cock
soon, Pauline thought. If she was very careful, very deliberate, she'd
put the man's balls on a leash and Brenda could cry herself to sleep.

"Would you mind just a little...lower?" Pauline shifted slightly,
opening her eyes again to look up at him. "My bottom is really sore."

"Okay," Robert said and he let his hand go lower, his fingers moving
lightly over Pauline's sweetly curved ass.

He shouldn't have been doing that, he knew, but the woman was so
small, so vulnerable. She'd been clearly abused and Robert felt a cold
shadow of mistrust fall over his heart for the first time in his life.
How could Brenda have done such a thing? A spanking was one thing, but
he'd seen for himself the injuries to Pauline's wrists. They weren't
severe, of course, and the bruises would fade quickly, but still...

Robert needed to make it better somehow and that rationale was being
used to assuage the guilt he would have otherwise felt at touching
Pauline the way he was. His intentions may have been to merely comfort
the woman, but there was more to it than that. As soon as Robert's
fingers found her supple form lying on his chest, he felt the
electricity. She was so beautiful, entirely precious and desirable.
He'd been able to think of little else all day long, but rushing home
to see Pauline once again.

Now his cock began to harden in his trousers and his mouth grew dry,
his heart beating faster. Robert's fingers were on Pauline's ass, so
nice and round, even though she was only six inches tall now, that
hardly mattered. He massaged her butt tenderly, smiling as Pauline
sighed and lifted her head. She shook the long blonde hair from her
eyes and stared back at him. Pauline was feeling it too, the energy
passing back and forth between them in that quiet moment. It might
have reminded Robert of how he and Brenda had looked at each other
when they were younger and still brand new to love, but his mind was a
million miles away from his wife.

"Ohhh...That's so good, Robert...Thank you..." Pauline moaned with pleasure,
which wasn't feigned at all. "Ahhh...Yeah...Lower, just a little...Mmmmm...
You're so good to me, Robert...So good..."

The electricity that Robert felt was especially surprising to Pauline.
She'd made her plans all afternoon, preparing herself for Robert's
return, but now her strategy was falling apart. Her skin tingled and
the juices were already spilling from her pussy, but not only because
of the physical pleasure the man was giving her. This was deeper, an
emotional attachment was being formed and Pauline could scarcely
understand it. She'd never loved anyone in her life and the idea of
falling for a man like Robert? That was ridiculous. He was a servant,
a hireling, a married man with children and a receding hairline. How
could she possible fall in love with him, especially after what he'd
done to her?

But even reminding herself of all that, Pauline only knew that he was
holding her the way no other man ever had. That he was treating her
like a person and not a thing. Everyone else in her life saw Pauline
as either someone to fear or someone to conquer. Men wanted to bed
her, women treated her with jealous contempt. She couldn't trust
anyone. Pauline had learned that early on. Being beautiful had been a
curse more often than a blessing, twisting her relationships and
betraying friendships. So she'd used it and told herself that friends
didn't matter. Love didn't exist. She was alone and happiness only
came at the expense of others.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you," Robert whispered, misinterpreting
the dark confusion passing over Pauline's face. "I'll protect you,
Pauline. I promise."

"Oh, Robert..." she sighed and more than any others, those were the
words Pauline had spent a lifetime needing to hear.

Pauline spread her legs, unlocking her ankles and moving her thighs
apart as Robert held his breath, knowing what he was doing had to be
wrong but he couldn't help it. His index finger worked low, down the
soft crease of Pauline's butt and he felt her hot and warm and humid,
his finger pressing lightly against her suddenly exposed sex. He just
couldn't stop himself. The way she felt, the way she looked, and the
sounds she made. Pauline's soft voice, high pitched but still so
incredibly sexy. She was moaning and the sound was so sweet to his
ears.

"Does that feel good?" Robert breathed. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Ummmm...Oh God, Robert...Yessss..." Pauline hissed between her teeth. "...
Right there...Harder...Go ahead...Mmmm, so good...Touch me, Robert..."

The tiny woman was moving her hips now, helping Robert find her humid
sex as she rolled her ass against him. Her pussy was so wet, so hungry
and his finger felt even better than Brenda's had been earlier. It was
big and fat and so soft. It rubbed her up and down, making her feel so
good. Robert fingered her from behind and his fingertip covered her
vulva completely. She squirmed against the sensation of her pussy
being pleasantly massaged, her clit thrumming with excited energy. Her
plump labia being pushed and pulled as Robert caressed her moist sex.

And he was feeling it too, Pauline could tell, Robert was getting as
excited as she was. This was magic, Pauline thought with a wayward
giggle in the back of her mind. Real magic, the way this giant of a
man was loving her helpless body and more than that, she knew Robert
was loving the person inside it. She knew because he was telling her.

"You're not a bad girl," Robert was whispering. "Inside...You're so
beautiful, Pauline...Such a beautiful girl inside."

"Ohhmmmm..." Pauline's moan was her only reply and she wanted to believe
him so badly.

Robert was calling her his little girl, not seeing Pauline as a child,
but understanding that inside the woman a part of Pauline had been
lost, left behind as she grew up. Pauline was an angry, confused
little girl trapped in a woman's body, Robert thought, but not a bad
one and Robert told her so.

Pauline rolled over slowly, onto her back and opened herself
completely to Robert's hand. He touched her breasts, his huge finger
pressing against Pauline's tits and burning nipples. He stroked down
her flat tummy and then found her sex once again. Robert curved his
finger, as if scratching Pauline between her thighs and she groaned
with pleasure, wrapping her arms and legs around the long thick digit.
She kissed his skin, licking and biting as she hunched her hips
upward.

"Take it out, Robert..." Pauline gasped, riding the man's finger now
without any pretense whatsoever. They both knew what they were doing
and Pauline decided that it was time for them to admit it. The little
girl inside her needed love and nurturing, but the rest of her was
still a woman and happily for them, Pauline thought, she and Robert
could have it both ways.

"Wha...What?" Robert held his finger hard against Pauline's cunt, moving
it just a little, feeling her smooth thighs squeezing him, urging him
to move harder and faster.

"Your cock..." Pauline groaned, digging her fingers into Robert's skin,
pushing her dripping sex against his finger. "Take it out...Let me see
it..."

Her breathing was ragged now, she was so close to cumming, but she
wanted him to cum too. She wanted them to cum together, the way lovers
should.

"Yessss..." Robert said, his mind fogged with lust. The woman was worth
loving, he'd known that all along. Her small size was perfect, making
Pauline vulnerable and dependent on him. It brought out the paternal
instincts that Robert was blessed with, but at the same time she was
so sublime in her beauty, so perfect in her urgency to be taken. This
was a new form of submission, the same fantasy that Pauline had
succumbed to previously taking a different form. The bonds that held
her were emotional now and she was giving herself to Robert
completely.

"You can't leave me," Pauline swallowed hard, recalling Brenda's cruel
rejection that morning. "Promise me, Robert. You'll protect me. You'll
love me forever."

"Love..." Robert said slowly, the word conjuring visions of his wife and
children and now, Pauline. He couldn't deny it and the man found
himself nodding, making a promise he could never break. "I'll love
you, Pauline."

"Oh yeah...Yes..." Pauline smiled and a wave of emotion unlike any other
she'd ever imagined filled the woman. It wasn't a sense of victory or
satisfaction at winning Robert's heart; those thoughts were far away
from her now, like a bad dream.

"I love you too," she whispered.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Robert asked and Pauline gave the
man a breathless giggle. No one in her life had ever tried to refuse
the gift of Pauline's body and for the first time Pauline could give
herself to a man without reservation.

"Yeah," she said. "Take it out for me. I want to make love to you."

"Alright," Robert smiled and felt his heart thumping madly as he used
his left hand to undo his trousers, just the zipper, and he fumbled
awkwardly for a moment but finally pulled his aching penis free.

"Oh Robert..." Pauline had turned her head, looking down Robert's smooth
belly and licking her lips with anticipation. "It's so big...So nice..."

She stared as Robert gripped his cock in his left hand, his fist
covering only half of its impressive length. He stroked it slowly,
watching Pauline as she watched him. His other hand was still petting
her, his fingers stroking Pauline's hot flesh and especially the fiery
pit of lust her pussy had become. She moved, wanting a better view as
Robert masturbated slowly for their mutual pleasure.

His cock was massive compared to Pauline's shrunken form. It was three
inches taller than her, maybe more, and even if she'd been her normal
self, Pauline would have been pleasantly awed by its size. As it was,
Pauline almost felt a little intimidated, which was a sensation
completely alien to her nature. But she liked it for precisely that
reason, of course. The trembling in her belly as she contemplated
riding that huge cock was a mix of desire and fear and a real good
orgasm about to peak.

"Yeah...Touch it for me...Play with it...Oh God! Robert, I feel so...Good
right now..." Pauline shuddered as she started cumming, pushing herself
up onto her hands and knees, turning so that she could see his cock
and present Robert with her dripping pussy.

The woman thrust her ass backwards, finding Robert's finger with her
legs still spread wide for him. She fucked herself up and down wildly,
arching her back and letting her pleasure vent itself with high
pitched yelps and squeals. Pauline was cumming hard, with her eyes
wide open, drinking in the sight of that ruddy cock jutting upright
from Robert's flushed body. His hand rose and fell, squeezing his
turgid member so that large drops of precum appeared at the tip,
spilling down to paint the ruddy shaft. It was wet and slippery and
huge. The biggest cock in the world, Pauline thought crazily in the
depths of her cum. The biggest cock any woman had ever had and it was
all hers!

Robert groaned, licking his lips and focused on nothing but Pauline.
He watched her heavy breasts sway beneath her as she knelt on his
chest, down on all fours and grinding her sex against his twitching
finger. Her ass rocked up and down and he could feel the heat of her,
the wetness as it poured from Pauline's empty, clasping cunt. He
rubbed his cock faster, feeling his balls tighten, becoming desperate
to ejaculate their hot load. He imagined Pauline on his penis, riding
his cock instead of his finger, the look on her face would be for his
manhood as it entered her womb. He wanted her so badly just then, more
than anything else in the world it seemed. Inside her, Robert thought,
making love to her with his unsheathed cock, fucking her hard and
deep, driving himself bareback into the woman's fertile womb while she
kissed his mouth and eyes and whispered the sweet words he longed to
hear.

"Let me..." Pauline gasped as she recovered from her orgasm, "...Let me
touch it...Let me kiss it, Robert...Before you cum..."

And that was all the encouragement the man needed. He was lost now,
Robert's mind filled only with images of Pauline impaled on his
hardness. He picked her up in his shaking hand, trying to be gentle,
and placed the woman next to his penis. It towered over her, already
wet with precum and turned dark and ruddy with excitement. Robert let
himself go so that his cock fell towards his stomach, not laying flat,
it was much too hard for that, but thrusting upward at an angle just
an inch or two above his body, hovering there as if waiting for
Pauline to climb atop and ride it.

"Oh God!" Pauline was still shivering from her recent cum and she
stood weakly on Robert's uneven trousers, her feet sinking into the
wool blend, staring at the enormous size of his cock.

All of nine inches at least and so thick! Pauline lunged for it,
literally, wrapping herself around the shaft near the base, where
Robert's hand had been. It was like hugging a telephone pole, she
thought with a breathless giggle. Or no, it was thicker than that. A
tree, a great soft hard smooth warm tree that throbbed against her
body. She held her body against the underside, spreading her legs and
arms against the silky smooth skin that covered the throbbing muscle
beneath.

Pauline kissed it eagerly, dragging her tongue across the flesh, along
the prominent veins that fed precious energy to Robert's cock and gave
it a life of its own for Pauline's pleasure. She could feel his
heartbeat there, and the smell of the man was overpowering. A
pleasing, rich scent of male sweat and arousal. It made Pauline's
knees weak and her heart pound. She dragged her tongue across the
velvet skin, tasting him sweet and salty, and tried her best to work
her body higher. Pauline gripped him with her legs wide spread, her
arms embracing Robert tightly as she pulled and pushed and squirmed
slowly along the length of Robert's fat cock.

Robert moaned loudly, gripping the sheets in his fists as he watched
the relatively uncommon sight of a beautiful six inch woman wrapping
herself around a big hard penis. It was unreal and exciting, and the
feel of her there was like nothing he could have described. The way
Pauline's hot body moved against him, her breasts rubbing across his
flesh, her thighs clasped tightly around his straining prick. Her
mouth, her tongue...Robert could feel all of it distinctly. His flesh
was hyper-sensitive, as if every nerve in his body were focused on
Pauline, wherever she was and whatever she was doing. And what the
beautiful woman was doing was climbing him, or so it seemed, pulling
at the velvet soft skin surrounding the muscle beneath, trying to pull
herself up, and the experience was driving Robert mad with pleasure.

Wetness had spilled from the tip of Robert's cock, running wetly down
the smooth round glans and onto the shaft like a warm mountain spring.
He'd spread it around with his fingers while jerking off and now it
was making it hard for Pauline to scale Robert's throbbing cock. His
precum was thin and slippery, and Pauline laughed with insane ecstasy
as she wrestled with it, losing her grip and then finding another, her
body becoming wet and almost oily with the substance. It was like a
dream, an erotic wet dream that Pauline never wanted to wake from.

She was riding a huge cock, a giant cock, and it was moving all by
itself, jerking slightly and making the ride even more wild. It was
like riding a mechanical bull, Pauline imagined, except a thousand
times better. This bull was alive and hot and not trying to throw her
off at all. She drank Robert's precum, literally filling her tiny
mouth with the larger drops that clung to his skin and swallowing
hungrily. She wanted more though, she wanted something hot and thick
and salty.

At Pauline's breathless request for a little "boost" Robert pressed
two fingers to Pauline's spread butt, lifting the woman the few inches
she needed along the length of his cock until she was riding the head,
with the very crown of his penis beneath Pauline's lust-filled gaze,
her mouth right there at the eye. She was slightly bent over to reach
it, but not nearly so much as she might have imagined. Her arms were
wrapped around Robert's cock just beneath the pronounced ridge of his
glans and her legs were wrapped tightly against the shaft, Pauline's
knees drawn up so that she appeared even smaller than she really was.

"Cum for me..." Pauline begged Robert, kissing and licking at his
pisshole which was so large she could push her tongue inside it
easily, exploring the man and tasting only precum as yet. "Cum for me,
Robert...I want it...I want your sperm...Give it to me..."

Pauline was doing everything she could, rubbing her body up and down,
riding him as best she could, and that was enough. Robert couldn't
hold back, even if he'd wanted to. Baseball, Chevrolet, even thoughts
of his mom's sweet apple pie couldn't divert the wicked attentions of
Robert's feverish mind. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and
lifted his hips against the sudden tension that built deep in his
balls, and then with a great gasp of almost painful jubilation he felt
his cum rising like a rocket bound for Venus.

"Ohhhhh...Yessss!!" Pauline shrieked happily as she felt Robert's penis
jerk violently, literally bucking the woman off and onto her ass
beneath the huge prick erupting above her.

She hadn't expected that, although perhaps she should have, and
Pauline just giggled for a second as she gathered her senses. It had
been a soft landing at least, but Pauline had little thought of that
as semen began to geyser from the great pink dome above her, and
Pauline scrambled to her feet, pressing herself against that beautiful
cock. She held on tight, as tightly as she could, feeling her own
climax just seconds away. It was like riding a wild stallion as that
huge cock spasmed and jerked wildly out of control. Robert was beyond
caring. He didn't bother to grab it, to aim his spewing load in any
particular direction, he just let it go and his cum flew everywhere,
spattering over his trousers and his t-shirt, onto the bed and down
his throbbing cock. Semen spilled around Pauline in big thick dollops
of semen as Robert's orgasm slowed, the cum running down the shaft to
cover her body and loosen her grip.

But Pauline was too busy cumming herself. She'd managed to hold on
somehow and her body shuddered with pleasure as it surrendered to the
fire coursing through her blood. The woman rubbed her cunt against the
hard shaft eagerly, grinding and spilling her own copious juices to
mix with Robert's. It wasn't much by comparison, but that was a minor
thing and lost to Pauline as she rejoiced in their combined orgasm.

They'd done it, the small part of her that remained coherent said,
they'd made love and cum together. They were joined now, Pauline and
Robert, joined forever. Her cum was on his cock, just as Robert's ball
juice nearly covered Pauline from head to foot. He'd fucked her, made
love to her even, and nothing else mattered. She was truly happy, for
the first time in her life. Pauline felt complete...Nearly.

There was only one more thing the woman had to do...

Pauline was breathless and dizzy, but she found a large pool of
Robert's semen, still fresh, just seconds old. It was beneath the
still jerking head of Robert's cock, directly beneath it as his
erection hovered above his belly. The semen lay in a hot puddle,
slowly soaking into Robert's t-shirt and Pauline stumbled to it. She
sat in it, laughing with orgasmic joy as she worked great gobs of the
stuff into her sex, pressing Robert's sperm into her vagina and
fingering herself deeply. She pushed the man's cum inside her cunt as
far as she could and brought herself to another delightful orgasm in
the process. She didn't know if it would get her pregnant or not but
she hoped so, she really did, and a smile crept across her happy face
as she glanced at Robert, breathless and weak, groaning with his eyes
fixed upon the sight of Pauline bathing in his semen.

He was smiling too.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Oh...Oh God!" Brenda gasped softly, cumming for the third time in the
last five minutes.

The woman was shaking all over, hot and flushed, her fingers rubbing
her clit in small quick circles as she watched through the barely
opened bedroom door at what was happening on the bed. On her marriage
bed. The diminutive woman, Pauline, was riding her husband's cock,
fucking her body along its length. She was making love to him, Brenda
realized. Pauline and Robert were making love the only way they could.
It didn't matter that his cock was far too large to penetrate her, it
was obvious that the intention was there, the shared love between
them.

"Ohhh...." Brenda wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She had to
watch.

It was like a punishment, seeing that tiny beautiful woman with her
husband. Pauline wasn't even as tall as Robert's cock was long, and
there she was, sliding up and down the ruddy shaft. Pauline was
kissing it, grinding her pussy against Robert's penis, and the image
was burned forever more into Brenda's memory. They were making love.

But the rewards...Brenda couldn't breathe.

She couldn't think straight. Why did it turn her on seeing that?
Brenda should have been outraged by it, seeing her devoted husband
cheating with another woman. Brenda felt humiliation, even though she
knew neither of them could know she was there watching. They were far
too absorbed in each other to notice her crouched in the doorway, on
her knees and biting her lip to stay quiet when she should have been
screaming. But she couldn't. Brenda was helpless and lost; the vision
of her husband with Pauline filled her with a rush of excitement.
Sexual energy that drove her heart wildly beneath her heaving breasts.
It drove her fingers to dig and scratch and claw mercilessly at her
cunt. She needed relief from the orgasm building deep in her belly.

Brenda was mad with lust and desire, and jealousy as well. She'd
always known Pauline was better than she was. From the moment Brenda
had laid eyes on the woman, small though she was, she'd understood
that Pauline was superior to her. She'd tried to fight it and lost.
Brenda had been reduced to seducing Robert, her own husband, just the
night before and now look at him...He'd forgotten it already, forgotten
Brenda, and his cock was hard for Pauline. He was whispering to her,
touching her, giving her the looks that only Brenda had ever seen
until this evening.

Pauline was winning. She was stealing Robert away, taking Brenda's
place as the woman in his heart.

It was what Brenda had always feared, what made her so jealous and
timid around other women, the beautiful women like Pauline. She
deserved this, a little voice was saying. She deserved to lose to
Pauline. Brenda wasn't as beautiful or smart, or ambitious. It should
be her that was small and insignificant, not Pauline. Brenda was the
one who was barely six inches tall, she knew it in her heart. Pauline
still towered over here, as if she hadn't shrunk at all.

Even that spanking, that terrible torment Brenda had inflicted on the
woman, meant nothing now. Pauline had used it against her. She'd taken
that punishment and turned it into a victory and Brenda sobbed as
another orgasm crushed any ability to resistance. She hated herself
for it, for feeling that way, for enjoying the way she felt so debased
and useless. Pauline was dominating her completely while Brenda
masturbated, and the little woman didn't even know it.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Or maybe she did.

Pauline giggled, feeling her own recent orgasms fading like a warm
soft glow through her flushed body. She was covered with Robert's
semen, inside and out. She'd massaged into her sex, fingered herself
to another orgasm even as she'd bathed in Robert's cum. Pauline had
scooped it into her mouth and swallowed the man, washed her face with
his male lust. She was hot and sticky and she lay in a pool of semen,
caressing her sperm covered tits while Robert watched.

"What a luxury!" Pauline sighed.

A sperm bath, who could imagined such a thing? And Pauline decided
that she'd have to have Robert jerk off into a cup, or maybe that
smooth, shell-shaped soap dish in the bathroom; that almost looked
like a bathtub anyway, and then Pauline could take a real bath in the
stuff. She smiled at Robert who was just finally catching his breath
and he smiled back, hardly realizing what had just happened.

"Do you like me, Robert?" Pauline asked softly, moving back to
Robert's cock, which was merely as large as Pauline after his orgasm.
He was merely semi-hard and just as wet as Pauline as it lay upon his
trousers and the damp, cum stained t-shirt that covered his stomach.

"Oh yes," Robert said gently, reaching for the woman and touching her
sticky, semen clotted hair. "You know I do."

"Do you...love me?" Pauline climbed onto his penis, which was lying
flat, curved just a little, and rather soft like a huge, odd-shaped
pillow. It was much easier getting atop it this time.

"I...Yes, I do...But, Pauline?" Robert blinked, as if realizing where he
was and he looked around. "What are you doing? We've got to stop,
Pauline!"

But Robert wasn't moving to stop the woman as she straddled his cock
once more, hugging it to her tummy, flattening her breasts against the
shaft. Pauline pressed her cheek to the smooth head, pink and
glistening. It felt good like that, like nothing Robert had ever felt
in his life. She was snuggling on his cock, Pauline's long legs
wrapped around it as far as she could manage, her tiny hands digging
at the soft skin, gripping and pulling at him, knowing she could make
him hard once more.

"No, we don't..." Pauline sighed. "I love your cock, Robert...God, I love
it like this!"

And Pauline wasn't lying, nor was she out of her mind with passion.
She was perfectly lucid now, and she knew she'd had an epiphany of
sorts, a revelation that had struck her like a lightning bolt out a
clear blue sky. She needed Robert and loved him. Her life until now
had been cold and empty. No man had ever loved her before, not with
his heart. Robert cared about her and he'd protect her, Pauline knew
that. He'd always be there for her and she couldn't lose that. She
couldn't go back to being the person she'd been. Robert had set her
free and now she belonged to him.

She loved that huge cock as well, Pauline admitted with a giggle. The
way it was so big and strong, uncontrollable like a wild beast, and
yet she could tame it. She could make it do as she commanded. How
could she ever have been satisfied with normal sized men? How would
she ever be happy with anyone else after this moment, after this
perfect union? She didn't miss the penetration at all, it wasn't
important that Robert's cock would never fit inside the entrance to
her miniscule womb. She didn't need that. Pauline needed this, just
the holding, the grinding and kissing. She moved her sex up and down,
feeling the wetness running from her, enjoying the way Robert's cock
was sticky, making her skin cling and reluctantly yield as she moved
against him.

"P-Pauline...Please..." Robert felt his cock stirring, it was unavoidable.
The way Pauline teased him, the way she held him. He was getting hard
again, as if he were helplessly bound to the woman's whims. How could
he say no? It felt so good, better than with his wife even...Maybe...
Brenda!

"Shhh..." Pauline sighed against Robert's cock. "You promised, remember?
I love you."

"Oh no..." Robert closed his eyes, knowing he'd cheated on his wife.

He hadn't been inside Pauline, but it was the same thing. He'd made
love to her; there was no other word for it. He had loved another
woman and he still did. But he loved his wife as well, how could he
possibly reconcile those emotions, that contradiction? And his cock
was throbbing, making Pauline moan as she felt it waking once more,
making Robert reach down to touch her lovely form. He was truly
helpless and the guilt was a knife in his gut.

"Yessss...Oh Robert, touch me..." Pauline sighed, feeling the man's gentle
hand over her back. He circled his fingers around Pauline, and his
penis, squeezing them together, but only gently, just a little, enough
so that he could move his hand back and forth.

Pauline moaned loudly, feeling Robert's gentle touch as he began
sliding her up and down the lengthening shaft. He was going to jerk
off and he was using Pauline to do it. He wasn't actually squeezing
her or his cock, Robert was just helping her, giving Pauline's firm
round ass that little push so she could slide up the shaft, all the
way so she could turn her face down and tongue the gaping eye a moment
before sliding back down.

It was rather like a strange carnival ride and the sensation of that
now fully grown cock, all nine inches of it, moving beneath her body
gave Pauline an even greater thrill then she'd experienced before.
This was perfect, it was heaven. She was riding him now, really riding
the man, and he was looking at her, staring at her with lust and love
and desire. Brenda was forgotten once more, and Robert belonged to
Pauline.

"Ahhh..." Brenda bit her lip, unable to believe they were doing it
again!

Robert was even helping her this time and Brenda could barely see
Pauline as her husband held the woman to his straining cock. He moved
her back and forth as he used his thumb on the opposite side, pressing
it against his cock for leverage. Pauline was moving up and down,
riding that massive pole of flesh with high pitched giggles and deep
moans of pleasure that carried easily through the silent bedroom to
Brenda's ears. She could only stare at her husband, seeing him keep
his cock straight and tall, and jutting towards the ceiling like a
monument to infidelity while another woman loved him.

She wanted to go to them. The urge was distinct and powerful. Pauline
was in her bed with her husband. Brenda was replaced now, the way it
should be. She didn't deserve the man, Pauline did. Brenda wanted only
to serve them. It was as if years of pent-up submission, of a perverse
desire to be dominated by women she imagined to be superior, were
suddenly loosed upon Brenda's weakened spirit. She'd fought it for so
long, and even today she'd done as much as she could to prove her
worth, but it was all for naught.

Brenda crawled into the bedroom quietly, the door barely squeaking as
she shouldered it slowly open. She kept her head bowed, tears
streaming down her red cheeks. Brenda was going to cum again, just
from this simple act of complete submission. She was going to orgasm
on the floor as she approached her husband and his lover on her
marital bed.

"Brenda!" Robert caught sight of his wife finally, naked and burning
with humiliation, crawling on her hands and knees.

He let go of Pauline and his penis, leaving his cock to fall heavily
to his trembling belly with a dull wet smacking sound, Pauline still
clinging to it, and very near her own orgasm as she fought to hold on.
She looked over her shoulder, wondering what Robert was talking about
at first, as Brenda was kneeling low and out of the smaller woman's
sight. But then Brenda lifted her head and Pauline saw a look she
recognized immediately.

Defeat!

Total and abject humiliation. All those girls were the same, Pauline
thought to herself, giving Robert's cock a good hard grind with her
creaming sex. They all wanted to be like Pauline, and knowing she
couldn't be, Brenda would settle for the next best thing - worshipping
the woman as her superior. How many girls just like Brenda had Pauline
allowed to crawl between her thighs? A dozen, maybe more? Straight
girls, lesbians, none of that mattered. They'd begged to suck her
pussy and now here was another, and knowing that Brenda could have had
her, only made the moment sweeter. Pauline could hardly believe that
she'd been willing to call this woman Mistress only a few hours
before.

"Lick us!" Pauline commanded, for even if Robert was utterly confused
and worried, and possibly ready to bolt from the bed on guilt driven
legs, Pauline knew exactly what was going on. This was all too
familiar to her.

Brenda swallowed hard and nodded.

"Answer me when I speak to you, bitch!" Pauline demanded, pausing
Brenda's approach.

"Yes, Mistress," Brenda sobbed, digging her fingers into her pussy as
the soft walls collapsed with another small orgasm.

"Good...Now you can make us cum. Both of us," Pauline smiled and settled
down on Robert's still hard cock, sighing happily as she felt Brenda's
warm breath and then her warm tongue licking up  from the base of
Robert's cock, along a bit of the shaft and then between Pauline's
wide spread legs.

"Yessss...That's it, Brandy. Lick us good, slut. Make me cum all over
your husband's cock," Pauline cooed, wriggling her hips and smiling at
Robert's confused face.

"Mmpphh..." Brenda agreed, lapping carefully between Pauline's
widespread legs and tickling her husband's shaft. She could taste them
both and it was about to bring Brenda off completely.

"I think she'll be a good girl now," Pauline giggled. "Won't you
Brandy?"

"Yes Mistresssss..." Brenda hissed between her teeth, feeling her cuntal
walls spasm violently. "Ohhh!"

"It's alright, you can cum this time, slut," Pauline nodded. "But
we'll have to think about your punishment...You weren't very nice to me
today."

"B-Brenda?" Robert felt his wife's tongue, working frantically over
his balls and cock and all around Pauline's small clinging body.

Brenda was giving both of them head, trying to wash Pauline's body
clean even as she tried to coax more sperm from her husband's balls.
It was what Brenda wanted more than anything else in the world right
then. She was loving them both, her husband and her Mistress. The
conflicting emotions that raged in her belly moments before were gone,
the battle decided with her complete surrender. She wanted to serve
them, to be a slave to Robert and most especially to Pauline. It was
always supposed to be like this and her true desire's long denial was
the reason Brenda had never been truly happy.

"Shhhh..." Pauline giggled. "It's okay, Robert. I told you, Brandy's a
good little slut now. We'll have no more trouble out of her...Now, tell
me how much you love me."

Robert resisted at first, but only because his wife was right there.
He did love Pauline, and Brenda too. But in very different ways and he
wasn't even sure if love was the right word to use with Pauline. He
was out of his depth now. He'd cheated on his wife, felt guilty about
it, and then he'd given into his desires once more. And now his wife,
the mother of his children, was on her knees, leaning on the bed
between Robert's legs, and mouthing his balls while Pauline rode his
cock just inches above Brenda's nose. It was insane and confusing and
utterly erotic all at once.

Brenda was calling Pauline her Mistress! And his wife, whom he'd
always judged rather thin skinned, especially in the company of a
woman like Pauline, she was being called bitch and slut? And Brenda
wasn't getting mad? Robert decided quite wisely that some mysteries
were better left unsolved and he'd let Pauline and Brenda sort this
one out. He was just along for the ride now, a ride he'd started with
the best of intentions, and which had spun completely beyond his
control.

"Tell her..." Brenda gasped. "Tell her you love her...I want to hear it..."

"See?" Pauline giggled. "What a silly slut you are, Brandy...And that's
your new name, by the way. I hope you like it."

"You want me to...Tell her?" Robert stared at his wife and his cock was
throbbing. Brenda had his balls in her mouth, rolling them one at a
time with her tongue while Pauline licked and kissed around the head
of his huge cock.

"I'll bet she cums when you do!" Pauline giggled. "I love you...So come
on, tell me the truth, Robert. You didn't make me small because you
wanted to help me, did you? You wanted this. You wanted to see me
riding your big cock. You wanted to own me, didn't you? Because you
love me, don't you? Come on. You can tell the truth now. Brandy
doesn't mind, she wants you to love me..."

"Yessss..." Robert nodded, feeling his heart race with desire and guilt
and lust and love.

"You never even had a plan, did you?" Pauline giggled happily. "A man
like you, Robert? The best assistant in the whole company? You have a
plan for putting on your socks in the morning."

"I'm sorry," Robert breathed, knowing every word Pauline was saying
was true.

"But you didn't have one for me..." Pauline pursed her lips with a
playful smile, "...Except this."

"Yessss..." Robert agreed, licking his lips and nodding.

"Tell her you love her," Brenda whispered. "Tell her for me."

"Yeah...Tell me...Tell me you love me..." Pauline insisted, grinding her
burning cunt against a particularly prominent vein that pulsed with
every beat of Robert's big heart.

"I love you, Pauline," Robert groaned, letting the words fall from his
open mouth like daggers into his wife's heart. "I do love you."

"And tell your wife she's a slut...Go on...Tell her she's only good for
licking up our fuck juice..."

"Oh no..." Robert was shaking his head, trying to understand what he was
hearing and feeling and seeing.

"Yes! Tell me! Call me your slut..." Brenda spit out Robert's balls with
a wet plopping sound and brought her tongue to Pauline's cunt, very
nearly taking the whole of the tiny woman's ass into her sucking
mouth.

She was careful, of course, and wonderfully eager. Brenda's heart was
ready to burst and another orgasm welled up inside her. She was
washing the sperm and girl cum that ran thick and greasy from
Pauline's splayed sex. Brenda tongued the tiny woman's asshole,
scraped her soft wet tongue along Pauline's arched spine. She loved
her new Mistress completely and without reservation, demonstrating her
desire to be exactly what Pauline said she was.

"Oh God, Brenda...You slut...Suck our..." Robert gasped out the words
slowly, feeling his wife's hands on his thighs.

She was stroking him gently, lovingly the way she had a thousand times
before. Robert could hear her breathing, the wet sloppy noises of her
lips and tongue working over Pauline's writhing form. She was really
doing it, the man realized. His lovely wife, his children's loving
mother, she was making love to Pauline. They both were, just as
Pauline was loving the both of them.

"Fuck juice...Mmmm..." Pauline sighed happily. "God, Brandy...You have a
great tongue! We're gonna do this a lot!"

"Fuck juice...Slut...You whore bitch...Brenda...I love you!" Robert gasped,
feeling his cum rising from his balls.

Even with the bare stimulation of Pauline's body and his wife's
tongue, the whole thing, everything that they were saying and doing
and feeling conspired to give Robert the best and biggest orgasm of
his life. He was shooting and Brenda's mouth went over the head, but
she kept her jaws wide, like a warm pink umbrella. Robert's sperm shot
into her mouth, splashing against her tongue and teeth, even the
entrance to her throat before falling out, dripping back down onto
Pauline as her own blissful orgasm joined his, feeling that monstrous
cock jerking wildly between her wide spread legs.

Brenda lapped up their fuck juices happily, fingering herself all the
while.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"What have I done?" Robert sat with his face in his hands at the
kitchen table.

It was three in the morning. The dark heart of night, when all of a
man's worst doubts and fears may come to visit him. He'd had sex with
Pauline and he'd enjoyed it. He'd made love to the woman and his wife
had watched. She'd participated like a...Like a slut. And Robert had
called her such things, and worse, degrading and humiliating the woman
he loved. The mother of his children.

"Are you alright, Robert?" Brenda was there, behind him and rubbing
his shoulders. "You don't have to worry, it's okay."

"How can you say that?" Robert wanted to look at her but he was too
weak. "After what I did?"

"What we did?" Brenda leaned down, kissing the man she loved. "I want
it. I've always wanted it. To be..."

"Humiliated?" Robert asked.

"Yeah," Brenda shrugged. "That and more. I don't know. I've changed,
but not really. It was always inside me."

"What?" Robert finally did look at her. "What was always inside you,
Brenda?"

The woman didn't answer; she couldn't because she didn't know the
words to express it. How was she to explain that she'd always been a
submissive, a masochist in her heart of hearts and that she'd spent a
lifetime closeting those emotions, only to find them unexpectedly
freed? She'd fought them, resisted her desires, even tried to be what
she wasn't by playing the Mistress. Now she was free at last and
Brenda didn't want to go back to the way she'd been before...Anymore
than Pauline did.

"Do you think less of me for it?" Brenda asked in response.

"I've cheated on you," Robert looked down. "I've made love to another
woman."

"And I watched." Brenda kissed him again, stroking her hands down his
chest, whispering now. "I watched you fuck her, Robert, and I enjoyed
it."

"Oh God." Robert closed his eyes.

"I want you to fuck her again. I want to see it and hear it smell it,
Robert. I want you to force me to taste it." Brenda was reaching for
his cock, finding it hard in his shorts, throbbing with excitement.
"Make me do things, please? That what I like. You don't have to
worry."

"Brenda..." Robert sighed.

"Call me Brandy," the woman gave his cock a squeeze, sliding down to
her knees. "It's what Mistress Pauline wants."

"Ohhh Jesus..." Robert arched his back as his wife's hot mouth found his
penis.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"I know exactly what I want." Pauline smiled, reclining comfortably on
Robert's chest a month later. She was wet and sticky and decidedly
happy.

They were on the bed and it was late, after midnight, and they were
all feeling a little worn out. It was more Pauline's bed now, as she
always slept with Robert, or on Robert as she preferred. Brenda liked
to sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed, just in case Pauline or
her husband should need her for anything. Like a little lick in the
middle of the night, some sweetly submissive tongue to bring Pauline
and Robert even more pleasure than they found with each other. That
was Brenda's choice now, for she was rarely excluded from anything,
and in truth the bed belonged to all three of them. Robert and Brenda
were still married, still very much in love, and Pauline was most
happy with that arrangement. She didn't mind sharing, but of course
she'd had to keep up appearances for a time just to train the girl
properly.

It had rather horrified Robert at first, as he had no experience
whatsoever with BDSM beyond the one spanking he'd given Pauline in her
office. But Brenda had plainly loved everything and anything her new
Mistress could think of, and it hadn't taken long at all to convince
her husband that nothing had really changed.

Well, sort of.

Some things had obviously changed, but only for the better as Pauline
was added to their marriage; she hadn't subtracted anything from it.
Robert had two wives who loved him. Brenda had a devoted husband she
could love and a Mistress she could worship. Pauline had a man to
protect her and a slave to spoil her. All they had needed was a little
time to get used to the situation, and now they'd had more than
enough.

"Do you want me to change you back?" Robert asked, stroking Pauline's
small perfect breasts with his finger.

"What?" Pauline stared at him and then laughed. "No! Of course not!"

"Oh, well then..." Robert smiled and his wife giggled from the floor,
where she was catching her breath after several nice orgasms beneath
Robert's eager tongue. Pauline had been fucking herself silly on one
of Brenda's dark, swollen nipples. They'd quickly become Pauline's
favorite play toys when she needed something thick and hot inside her
pussy.

"I mean, I know how I want to punish Brandy," Pauline purred.

Robert had given up trying to correct Pauline over Brenda's name, and
in fact he thought maybe Brandy did fit his slut of a wife. Especially
since she seemed to like it a lot. The hard part had been explaining
it to the children, since they knew mommy's name was Brenda. It was
all fun though and the girls had been ecstatic to learn that
Tinkerbell was staying until she could find her wings.

Pauline herself had discovered that children were rather infectious in
their joy and she was often guilty of keeping them up past their
bedtimes with made up stories about Peter Pan and Captain Hook. It had
been a pleasant surprise for Pauline to discover that she had a talent
for such things. She never would have guessed that about herself and
Pauline didn't even mind the green, velvet mini-dress that Brenda had
made for her. It was actually quite comfortable.

"Punish her...how?" Robert looked down at Pauline in the dim light of
their bedroom.

"Make her little." Pauline stared at Robert, nodding her head with an
impish smile.

"Me?" Brenda lifted her head with a soft gasp.

"What? But the girls..." Robert licked his lips.

"Oh yes!" Brenda was looking over the edge of the bed, smiling
happily.

"Oh, not all the time," Pauline said quickly. "Just...sometimes."

She really wanted to return the spanking Brenda had given her...with
interest, of course!

"Uh, well..." Robert shrugged, thinking hard about it. Making Brenda
small might be kind of good, just for a little while. The image of
Pauline spanking Brenda filled his mind and his slutty wife certainly
did deserve one from time to time...And having two tiny, beautiful women
wrestling with his throbbing cock did have more than a little appeal.
So to speak.

"It won't hurt the baby, will it?" Brenda wondered aloud and then
blinked as Pauline and Robert were both staring at her.

"What baby?" Pauline asked.

"You're pregnant?" Robert blinked and then sat up so suddenly he
almost sent Pauline tumbling.

"Yeah," Brenda giggled, smiling and nodding at both of them. "I'm two
weeks late, so I bought a kit and...Is that okay?"

"Okay?" Robert grinned and then laughed. "Brenda! Of course it is!
It's perfect!"

He was already getting up, taking a moment to gently move Pauline out
of the way. They were pregnant again and for a man like Robert, that
was the real magic. It filled him with unbelievable happiness and he
pulled his wife to him, embracing Brenda as she wrapped her arms
around the man she loved. They kissed, tenderly at first and then
deeply, looking into each others' eyes and there was nothing to be
said. They'd shared this moment twice before in their lives and it was
every bit as special to them now.

"It's okay, right?" Brenda looked at Pauline who was sitting nearby,
enjoying the moment her lovers were sharing, but with a somewhat
quizzical expression on her beautiful face.

"What's wrong?" Robert asked Pauline.

"I don't know," Pauline answered slowly and then she looked down at
her flat tummy with her big blue eyes full of wonder. "But I'm almost
three weeks late. You don't think..."




End of Three
End of A Little Spell
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