Samantha Brown – the bane of my life.
Even back when we were just ten years old she was horrible to me at school, ridiculing and humiliating me in front everyone else just because she was the popular girl and I was the weird one, the one that was obsessed with witches, fairies and magic.
As I had grown up, I had always hoped that I would be shot of the annoying girl one day, praying that once we were done with school I would never have to see her pretty features again.
Life however had not been so kind.
Somehow, we had grown closer as we had grown older although if there was ever any friendship between us it had been one-sided and all the effort had been from me, while Samantha had simply used my good nature to get her homework done.
Even once we had finally let school, I was not free of the young woman that had made my life a misery but to whom I could not say no. At twenty-one she had been thrown out by her strict republican parents after being caught smoking pot and had turned up at my apartment, rented with money I had worked hard for, pleading and sobbing for me to help her.
I had known then that I should have turned her away but it was not in my nature to be so cold, even to one such as Samantha.
So had begun the worst year of my life as she took over my home, spent my wages, ate my food and ran up huge debts!
Finally, Samantha had fallen on her feet again and wound up dating and then marrying a wealthy young man who had moved to our town, the ungrateful bitch not even inviting me to her wedding not paying off any of the bills that she had run up in my home.
For several months I struggled by, hoping against hope that I would be able to find a way to pay off the debts and the late charges that each failed payment incurred but unfortunately my luck was nowhere near as good as that of Samantha Brown.
Finally, with all logical solutions exhausted, I turned to my secret passion for magic and charms, scouring book after book in the hope of finding some way that I could get out of the situation that Samantha had placed me in, praying for a real spell to aid me.
Finally, I stumbled across just such a thing, an old incantation in a grimoire that I had picked up from an old thrift store, a spell that was supposed to take a person’s greatest weakness and turn it into their greatest strength; so an idiot would become a genius and the weak would become physically strong and powerful.
Feeling dumb, I had lit the candles and begun the chant, going through the spell word for word, not really expecting anything to happen but using it as a kind of personal therapy.
You can imagine my horror and surprise when the female Djinn that the spell controlled arrived and cast the charm upon me.
Dumbstruck, I had stood there shaking with shock as the ethereal beauty, her voluptuous figure the colour of the sky on a summers day, her long raven black hair hanging about her naked form, had told me that she had now turned my weakness into my strength. Yet it had not been as I had expected.
You see while I hadn’t for one minute, believed the incantation would work, I had assumed that if it had then the spell would turn me from a coward into a person of unwavering courage.
Yet as the Djinn stood before me, she had told me that I had never been a coward, if anything I was courageous for standing up to my bullies and living my life regardless of their abuse. Instead it seemed that my weakness was my willingness to do what others told me…to that end the Djinn had given me the power to take control of a person’s mind and make them act out my will, all the while thinking that it was their own actions.
With a flash of black light and a churn of smoke, the Djinn had vanished leaving me alone, swearing that I would never use the dread power that she had given me, believing it was not right to take control of someone and use them against their will.
Disheartened by what I saw as the failure of the spell and angry at the bills that littered every table surface of my home, I had left my home, making my way to the club that I knew Samantha always frequented on a Friday evening. The last thing that I wanted to do was row with her but I needed to try one more time to get her to pay for the debts that she had run up in my home.
The attractive features of my former house-guest had dropped as she had seen me, her former frumpy friend, approaching across the dance floor of the trendy club and to my shock she had tried to avoid me until I had cornered her near the toilets.
“Listen freak” she had snapped, her voice louder than it needed to be as if she were drawing power from onlookers like she had always done as a child, “I haven’t got time to slum it with you!”
Sighing sadly, I had shaken my head, “Samantha please, I need to talk with you about the debts you have left me with!”
“Not now” she had shaken her head, glaring at me, “I am waiting for my friends to arrive…real friends with class!”
Feeling sick at the implication of her words, I had shaken my head, “I don’t want trouble…let me talk till they get here…!”
“Too late weirdo!” Samantha had chuckled triumphantly and turning my head, I had seen the familiar faces of her rich gossip-girl friends approaching across the club. With another laugh, Samantha had pushed past me, “Now move, I need the bathroom!”
I honestly do not know what came over me then but as the smirking Samantha Brown pushed past me, one hand reaching out to push open the bathroom door, I had seized her mind with my own, giving in to the temptation of the power that the Djinn had given me as I made Samantha urinate in her knickers.
She gasped, her eyes growing wide as the hot liquid splattered down about her feet and with a look of horror our eyes met.
Then she was gone, rushing from the club without another word while her gossipy friends pointed and laughed in amusement.
I cannot put into words the sense of power that coursed through me as I considered all the abuse that she had subjected me to while we had been growing up suffice to say it felt great. Like an addict, seeking to take another hit of an intoxicating drug, I knew that I needed to see the pain and humiliation on the face of my former friend, I needed to see her shame.
Rushing from the club, I hailed a taxi with my last bit of money, ordering the driver to take me to the apartment where Samantha and her new husband lived. Creeping up to their home, I knocked softly upon the front door, beginning to second-guess my coming there until suddenly it swung open to reveal Samantha standing there wearing nothing but a wet towel about her body.
As soon as she saw me, she tried to shut the door but I was too quick, darting inside and leaning against the wall as I held her gaze, “Why did you run out? Have an accident did you?”
“Don’t” it was more of a sob than a command, “Please”
I couldn’t help but grin, “Embarrassed?”
She nodded, cringing as she spoke, “I have taken three showers but I still feel dirty…I still feel unclean!”
“Good” I grinned, surprising myself as I spoke, “I’m glad!”
“What?” she was aghast, “How dare you…that’s horrid!”
Incredulous, I shook my head, “Are you mad…after the torment you put me through at school…you made my life a misery!”
Before me, Samantha shook her head, “No…it wasn’t like that!”
Fed up with her lies, I took control of her once more, making her drop to her knees and beg for my forgiveness, pleading to be forgiven for every sin that she and her friends had committed against me over the years.
With a chuckle, I had turned my head towards where her laptop sat upon the table and I made her to it and switch it on, mind controlling her to switch on her webcam and connect it to the webcams of every one of her friends and family.
Dazed, not sure why she was doing what she was doing, Samantha turned to me, “Why is my webcam on?”
“Because you want to make a webcam live sex show for everyone” I stated, feeling the power in me once again.
“A webcam live sex show?” she frowned, “Do I?”
I nodded, gesturing to the ground before me, “Lick my toes”
Bending lower, she began to lick my feet, the towel falling from her body to reveal the voluptuous figure that all the boys had lusted after at school. Chuckling, enjoying my power, I released my control on her mind, shuddering with excitement as I saw the confusion on her face, “What…what am I doing?”
“Licking my feet like the shameful slut you are!” I had told her, shocking myself with my coarseness, “Now get on with it! You have people watching your live amateur web cam…don’t disappoint them!”
Much to my surprise, Samantha hesitated for but a second before dipping her head once more as she licked and sucked at my toes and feet, moaning softly as she assumed her submissive role.
Caught up in the heady rush of power, my mind reeling with the sensation of her hot tongue on my feet, I raised my skirt and began to touch myself through my now wet knickers, sliding finger between my puffy lips as I watched my new little bitch.
“What the fuck…!”
I turned my head at the sound of the deep voice, my breath leaving me as I saw the handsome man that stood there, his deep blue eyes wide as he addressed me, “Who are you? What are you doing with my wife?”
Overcome with lust as I continued to finger myself, I studied the powerful form of the man that my former friend had married, jealousy touching me as I realised I could never have a man that looked so damn hot. Or could I?”
Reaching out with my mind, I took control of him and in an instant, I had him stripping off his clothes to reveal his hard, muscular body beneath. Trembling, moaning slightly, I made him approach me, his body less than a foot from mine as he took his large fat cock in his hand and began to wank it slowly, pre-cum seeping from the eye at the centre. For nearly a minute, I let him stroke himself, sometimes making him rub the molten hot shaft of his cock against my bare thighs and then I released his mind, wondering how he would react. Like Samantha had, he paused for a second, but then believing that all he had done had been by his own choice, he continued to stroke his cock, reaching out with an arm to drag me too his hard body.
Squealing, enjoying the muscles against which I had been dragged, I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth, moaning as I inhaled his manly aroma, my hands cupping his balls, vaguely aware of Samantha watching on in shock and awe.
The rest of the night passed by in a blur as he fucked me in every imaginable position and orifice, a jealous Samantha watching as we worked away at each other, before ending the evening covered in each other’s sweat and secretions, the entire show filmed on her laptop and beamed around to all of her friends.
The very next morning, he threw Samantha out of his home and his life and declared his undying and limitless love and lust for me, welcoming me into his heart as his new lover.
Did I use my new powers to make this happen and ruin the life of the woman that had ruined mine for so long?
Surely not, that would be so very wrong…wouldn’t it?