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[center]YCH from my Caught & Cursed event for Toaster98 on Furaffinity!

Sara belongs to them.

Abelet and Blake belongs to me.

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[center][b][i][color=Red]The Latex Curse[/color][/b][/i][/center]

Cold. There was fur pressed up against the human woman's back that warmed her skin there but it wasn't enough to rescue her from the rest of her nudity, from the chill in the room or, indeed, the very aura of this place that made her tense up. It was a painfully long near-silence as the red-haired wolfess searched through that book right in front of her, the sister rubbing idly against her back with those small breasts and that athletic form. Or perhaps it was a short time that seemed to drag on for hours. Abelet was flicking through the pages rather quickly and Sara could only catch a glimpse of the curses that were being contemplated. There were some rather lewd sketches and countless words she couldn't read from this angle but she didn't like the look of any of them.

Sara felt her heart rate increasing and she began to look around. There had to be some way out of this! The door they came in through was right over her shoulder and yet… it didn't seem to lead to the same corridor now. Had it changed? Was she just so distracted that she didn't remember the way back very well? But even if it was the same, even if she could find her way back to the front door, she simply couldn't get over the feeling of the potion the witches poured down her throat. It felt so good to do as she was told, overriding the feeling of danger and the instinct to run.

“You seem especially tense…" The dark wolfess behind her broke the silence. “… more so than some of the others who've come through our house."

Abelet looked up a moment and grinned. “Oh, she does look particularly guilty!" And returned to flicking through the pages of her book.

Blake pressed against Sara's back harder, muzzle pushed right by her ear to feel every warm breath that passed along it. “Tell me what you're doing here."

It was the softest and most gentle whisper that Sara could imagine but it seemed loaded to the brim with threat. That set her heart racing even more.. and more again as arousal struck, coaxing an admission from her mouth. “I lost a bet with my friends." She softly moaned as the tingle crawled all over her skin. But she continued. “So they told me I had to steal something from the witches in the woods…"

A growl. A hand gripping firm to Sara's rear as claws dug in but didn't quite pierce the surface. “So you didn't only break into our house and violate our privacy… A thief as well! Our things are not toys for strangers to play with."

Abelet smirked without looking up and stopped flicking forward through the pages of her book, flicking back and seeming to quickly locate what she was looking for. “You're right, Sister…" The book snapped shut. “Let's turn our prisoner into a toy for us to play with."

A chuckle from the wolfess behind. Her cock throbbed as it came to press against Sara's ass cheek. “I've been wanting to try that one for a while! I think I remember how the curse is performed. And she's even already had the appropriate potion."

The red-haired wolfess nodded. “I'll set things up… you can start playing."

“Don't be so tense…" Blake spun the human around to face her, words sounding so much more honeyed, much like her sister's. Anger had given way to a good mood. “You're going to have so much fun that you'll forget you're being punished."

“C-can't we talk about this?" Sara finally got up the courage to protest.

The grin on Blake's face only widened. “I suppose we can, for a moment. Get down on your knees, bow down and talk to me about wanting my cock really bad."

The obedience was immediate. Sara practically fell down, knees and hands touching the floor as she hung her head. The only hesitation she had in speaking came from the shiver that ran through her bloody and made her take a breath. “I want your cock so much! I want to feel every inch of it throbbing in me! I want to make it warm and shiny and worship it so much that it cums! I want-"

“Then worship it."

Sara brought her hands off the ground, rising on her knees to grab at the dark wolfess' hips. The pleasure didn't feel any stronger but time seemed to strip away her resistance and make it easier and easier to just play along, to give in to feeling good. The rod in front of her was a stiff six inches down to the knot. It wasn't anything impressive and Sara didn't really want it despite what she'd been saying. What she did want… She pushed her face into the length, kissing it half way up as she sniffed and drew in the heavy scent. Her entire body trembled as she set to licking and kissing further, hand groping at the balls which hung below. She wanted to worship it, if only for the buzz she was receiving in return.

Abelet danced across the room in the meantime, placing objects at the points of the tridecagram around them. Some dolls, dice, sex toys and other things… Sara wasn't paying a mite of attention to any of this. But she noticed the purple glow that began to consume them. It was a low light but undeniably there… most noticeable upon the cock she was worshipping as it highlighted the slickness.

“Now we can start proper," said Blake. “Suck it."

Sara lustfully moaned as she entirely let the potion take over her senses. She acted purely on impulse now, naturally letting the black tip slip between her lips before slobbering all over the length that pushed into her mouth and throat. Her tongue tried to get involved but the gag-reflex hit immediately, making her cough and splutter. But it didn't deter her at all as she bobbed her head, never letting the pleasure object in her mouth fully slip out.

“So much enthusiasm!" Abelet clapped her hands as she came closer and knelt down at the side to watch closely, stroking through Sara's blonde hair. “Let me hear some sweet moans."

The sounds came immediately, the noisy blowjob becoming even noisier and causing Sara's mouth to vibrate lightly around Blake's cock. The dark wolfess let out a heavy breath, parting her lips as she started panting, rod twitching and leaking salty pre into the human's mouth. “F-fuck… I really want to grab her head and just start pounding into her throat."

“Patience, Sister… It's all about obedience. The curse will have less effect if you take over like that…" Abelet leaned her large breasts against Sara's side as she got in close enough to lick her neck. Warm and wet… It caused a shiver. “By the time we're done with you, you'll be desperate to serve even without the potion."

“I-I know!" Blake huffed, squirming on the spot as she endured the service. “There's n-no problem if I cum, right?"

Abelet smirked. “Go ahead." Then she settled her emerald eyes on Sara. “You're going to be a good toy and not swallow a single time while my sister unloads her seed in your mouth. Make a mess, let it get all over your lips and fall on your tits… but make sure you keep a mouthful."

“A-Ab-?" Blake couldn't finish her sister's name before her climax came crashing down on her and brought out moans that echoed throughout the ritual chamber. Her cock throbbed heavily with pleasure as the first thick rope of her cum threw itself onto Sara's tongue. And all the while the human kept on sucking, doing just as she was told by the witch at her side, letting the saltiness flood her mouth until it could flood no more. Some, of course, ended up down her throat as that delicious cock blasted it far enough back. But most came out the other end, pouring down Sara's chin and dripping onto her breasts; warm, thick and heavily scented.

Blake breathed heavily as she stumbled back, freeing her cock with a nice pop. Her knot was swollen and her length still throbbed, smothered in her cum and leaking a little more. “Sh-she looks pretty good like this. I could get used to having a toy." The dark wolfess laughed. “I wasn't sure what you were up to with that but I can see it now."

Abelet smirked at her sister again. “Can you really?" And once more turned her attention to Sara, cupping her chin. “Share it with me."

Sara felt the wetness between her legs at those words and she turned to face Abelet, drawn into a deep kiss. Her mouth was still full of Blake's seed and now the red-haired wolfess gathered it all up with her tongue, drinking it down with satisfied moans.

Blake felt a little blush come to her cheeks as she watched. “N-now I do."

Abelet pulled away, licking at her own lips as she deeply murred. And then she stayed kneeling in silence, looking Sara up and down. Judging? Admiring? It was clear that some thoughts were going through this witch's mind but Sara didn't have a clue about them. She was more focused on what she was feeling. She finally had a reprieve from the commands and she realised something in the moment of clarity. When this started, she was doing things she didn't want to do for something she wanted to feel. But now her motives felt… corrupted. Sucking off the dark witch was a side effect to her own pleasure but it had felt better and better to be of service all throughout until it came to be at the front of her mind. Her own pleasure became the side effect somewhere along the line and, when Abelet gave her instructions, she felt like she needed to do as she was told; not for her own pleasure but to make this witch happy.

“You look like you really want to have some fun with her now," said Blake.

Abelet hummed, thoughtfully. “Not yet. I'm just thinking…" Her sister tilted her head, perking ears in curiosity. “Just thinking about how good this human's skin would look all dark and shiny… why should we stop at the curse?"

“The latex potion?" asked Blake, lips curling. “You really want to punish her. Remind me never to steal anything from you."

Abelet giggled. It was still such a sweet tone but her intent was ever so clear under the surface now. “Not just that. A few fun additions to this body and she'll be the perfect toy... We can send her back to the town as a gift." She caressed her hand along Sara's arm as she stood up and went away to a cupboard. There was a rattling of glass as she searched around, vials all knocking against one another. Sara could only imagine what was in that stockpile… but she didn't have much time to imagine before Abelet returned, a potion of black fluid in hand. The cork was already removed. “Drink this, toy."

Sara didn't hesitate. Her thoughts were addled enough that she couldn't read between the lines of anything the sisters said and she didn't know what this latex potion would do… but she knew that she needed to drink it; it was important to the one who gave her the order. The fluid was sticky, sort of like Blake's cum, but it went down with enough swallowing. And the taste was rather plain, not any more remarkable than water. She didn't feel anything either, unlike the potion from earlier. There was no new heat coming from somewhere unknown to drive her with pleasure.

“Clean this cock." Abelet gave another order and Sara followed, getting her lips back around Blake's cum coated rod.

Blake chuckled and huffed. “That's a cruel idea, Sister."

Abelet silently smirked as she put away the empty vial. But Sara could only tell by sound. Her eyes were entirely focused on Blake's, gazing up into those bright violet orbs with perfect diligence. She had a task and she'd perform it to perfection. Her tongue worked it's way along the length in her mouth, gathering every bit of cum that it could as she gulped it down, disposing of the mess with her own body.

The red-haired wolfess returned, some objects in hand as she sat herself nearby. And it was at this moment that the human began to feel a change. There was something about her body that made her feel slightly cramped. It was like she was somehow closer to herself than she had ever been, embraced by her own skin, encompassed. The feeling grew bit by bit, permeating her entire form from head to toe. Abelet touched her, rubbing at her waist, and it just felt so good, so smooth. She could feel the imprint of that touch remain for just a moment before she returned to normal, the same happening wherever the wolfess dragged her hand. And there was a squeaky sound that accompanied the dragging touch.

The same squeakiness came from Sara's lips as she sucked on Blake's cock. Every bob of her head created a noise that she didn't just hear with her ears but heard directly through the feeling in her body. Her lips darkened, taking on the same blackness as the cock they were wrapped around and becoming blacker still, a lovely shine of the purple light highlighting them. And they glided along Blake's cock with a perfect smoothness, so effortless to take each inch compared to before. And finally her job was done. She let Blake's meat go with a squeaky pop, leaving it clean as her lips closed… and though they did close, there was something wrong about their shape. It felt like there was a permanent pout as if her lips were stretched around a dick even without something in her mouth. The source of that permanence finally made itself known as she caught sight of her arms and then her body.

Sara found that she was completely black, completely shiny and completely smooth. Every last micrometer of her body had turned to latex and her lips had settled in the very shape they'd been during the transformation. That was the 'cruel idea'? It was a significant transformation. Her body was more or less the same shape as it was but every other detail was foreign and she should have been taking a moment to come to terms with that or to lament or… Why did she feel a thrill? Smooth as she remained, Sara got a feeling akin to goosebumps as she realised that she was ever a greater toy. This was what the witches desired and now she could serve them better than ever.

Blake sat down in the tridecagram, not so far away from the latex woman and her sister, her cock standing up in her lap. “I want to put those on." She pointed to her sister's hand but spoke too quickly for Sara to take a look. “Sit in my lap, toy."

An order followed out to perfection. Curiosity could wait for Sara as she crawled into the dark wolfess' lap and sunk the shaft into her soaked pussy. She wasn't outright told to do that but she discovered that there was some kind of inherent understanding she had when she was told to do something. Blake wanted to be inside… so she fulfilled that wish. And the toy could notice in this moment that her insides were a much softer latex, much easier to squish unless she tightened.

But curiosity was sated a moment later when Abelet handed over some of the things she was carrying. Handlebars? “Thanks, Abby."

Not a moment to contemplate as something snapped shut around Sara's neck. The red-haired wolfess had put a collar there, metal with enough weight to feel it without being dragged down. Abelet giggled as she painted something on it with a brush, holding Sara's chin up. “T… H… I… E… F…." She stepped back and looked the collar over a moment. “There! Now they'll know what she did when we send her back to town."

“It's not like it'll teach them a lesson," said Blake. “There's always someone who wants to gamble with fate." She took one handlebar in each hand and placed them carefully onto Sara's hips, the latex woman watching on with curiosity as she slit clenched down on the rod impaling her. Those seemed to be made of latex as well, all black and shiny themselves. She had the most odd feeling as if she was being grabbed now… as if they were a part of her. And sure enough, as Blake lifted up, she was dragged with them! Sara stared with surprise. It looked like a seamless connection. The wolfess chuckled. “Like it? Plenty more cursed objects and alchemical devices we could use on you…"

Abelet shook her head. “Let's not get carried away… Just one more touch and I'd call her done."

Blake nodded. “Start bouncing, toy."

Sara did. She raised her hips, fighting against the pull that Blake constantly had on her with those handlebars, and dropped back down, stretching herself on the knot with a good squeak. The wolfess' cock throbbed, seemingly ready to unload again at any time.

Abelet kept busy, attaching latex cuffs to Sara's wrists and ankles one at a time and giving testing pokes. These, like the handlebars, seemed to be a part of the toy now. But Sara was only happy for it. “Bind your hands behind your back," spoke the red-haired witch.

Automatic motion. Sara did as she was told and put her arms back, wrists together, and felt the cuffs connect. Even if she tried to bring her arms back around, she couldn't separate them now. How did she know how to do that? She even knew how to release the connection… but she felt that only a direct order would allow it.

Her bouncing went on, the mission never to end until the dark wolfess was satisfied. But Abelet stole attention as she stood over her sister, right before the latex woman. The purple light was fading away, quickly gone altogether. “Looks like we made you the perfect toy just in time… Extend your tongue and bury your face between my legs. You're going to eat me out while my sister fucks you."

The toy's tongue dived straight into the red-haired wolfess' slit, digging and exploring as she worked to pleasure, never missing a beat with her bouncing. She could just find a rhythm to focus on both tasks at once!

“Time to cum, toy." Blake spoke the words and Sara felt a surge of pleasure ripple through her latex, culminating the spasms of her sex. Every one came with a squeak as she squirted feminine juices into the darker witch's lap and she moaned into the pussy she was serving with her tongue.

“B-Blake!" shouted Abelet. She moaned as well, feeling the vibrations and hot breath pushing into her below.

Blake just laughed. “Had to see if it would work. Super cool that she can cum on command."

Abelet took a breath to recompose herself, then looked down at Sara with those enchanting emerald eyes again. “We'll have to keep you for a few days to test out a few ideas and see just how effective the curse is. Then we'll send you back home. But you won't mind the wait, will you, you? Say 'Yes, Mistress'."

Sara pulled back a moment, gasping and panting, face messy with Abelet's nectar as she gazed up. “Yes, Mistress." And, as quickly as she paused, she started again, shoving her face back in between the witch's legs and feeling satisfaction at being an obedient toy.