Don't Upset the Halloween Witch

He knew I was winding him up be there was little he could do other than listen.

In addition, he would have been more than angry if he knew that I had fucked his stepsister Dani.

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I had been stroking my new cock while I spoke to Zac on the phone. I had allowed the aggression and domination personality traits to remain free as I played with myself. The feeling was so nice that I took the shackles off his sexual aggressiveness as well. Oh God, the seductive power, the unbridled sexuality of dominating another person. I was disturbed but luxuriating in the emotions as I talked sexually to him so I was thoroughly aroused when I hung up.

I heard the front door close and a vehicle start up in the drive. Using Zac's memory, I knew his parents had left. Almost immediately, I heard noise from Dani's room, then the opening and closing of the bathroom door. Moments later I heard the shower start.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed as an explosion of lust consumed my body, my mind and my senses. I tried to fight it, to regain some control but I was like a flailing puppet as the delicious feelings of lust engulfed my senses; consumed me. I was under siege, I knew that the remnants of Zac's persona was rapidly taking control, a sense of panic swept through me. I couldn't contain him. Desperate not to lose everything I focussed on containing the three cells that held the real Zac, the evil part of him, the violence and sadistic elements. I knew that if I lost those he would be in total control and I would lose my identity. However, it came at a cost. Clinging desperately to the three cells I let go the shackles holding his sexual predatory traits. I gasped at the feeling of unbridled sexual aggression coursing through my body, it was beautiful. The feelings of desire flooded my body as the blood surged into my cock, then the throbbing sensation as my cock became fully aroused and my mind went to full fuck mode. I tried in vain to control my emotions but I was a boiling mass of sexual energy. I felt like I was just a massive penis, my cock a divining rod searching for a cunt, and I knew exactly where that cunt was. Zac's personality was in complete control of my physical motor skills, I could do nothing to stop him, he would have his way and frighteningly I would be an unwilling participant/spectator to my own actions.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah you bitch," I heard in my mind. And I could feel the masculinity as he flexed his strength. "Now we're going to see some action. And you're going to love it, you're going to feel every inch of your cock raping her, tearing her apart, you will hear every scream, every groan and then you are going to cum inside her baby. I'm going to control your body and your mind; my thoughts will be yours, you see everything, feel everything and it will be you who does everything. Exciting isn't it?"

There was something in Zac's history, something in his mind that I couldn't grasp. I was powerless to control his emotions and actions as I stood up and unlocked my bedroom door. I felt like I was following a program, a script, like watching a movie through a camera lens as I moved. I could hear my breathing as I stood for a moment outside the bathroom door. I stared in horror as my hand reached for the door handle, I could feel my hand grasp the knob and turn, I prayed that it was locked, it opened. My heart was in my mouth as I walked into the bathroom.

"Oh, sorry sis," I said innocently as I closed the door behind me. "I didn't realize you were in here," I said with exaggerated innocence. I took delight in noticing the small things. The look of shock on her face, the quick movement of her hands as one covered her breasts and the other her pussy. Then the look of fear as I first took off my T shirt then my jocks. I noticed Dani's eyes flick down to my throbbing, erect cock, then widen in surprise as she took in the size, the terrified look as she flicked to my face and saw the merciless smirk, before her eyes were drawn to my cock again. She stood immobile, staring at me - her brother, well, his erect cock to be precise. I could see the trembling of fear in her body. The feminine part of me shared her fear; the rest of me luxuriated in it.

Then I knew that for Zac, it wasn't just a matter of rape, he wanted to hurt her, dominate her mind, to break her will as well, to humiliate her. I tried to fight his urges but the feelings of lust simply pushed me aside. She should have screamed, should have run, I willed her to but she did neither. I knew she was gone yet I was destined to be an unwilling participant as I was forced to move on her. I could hear the voices in my mind mocking me as the feelings of power, the beautiful lusting power surged through my body.

Dani was an attractive girl. At 19 years of age, she had smallish boobs but a sexy body. Long, dark hair and brown eyes gave her a look that promised a sensual, sultry bedroom experience.

She almost fainted as with a shrug, I stepped into the shower behind her. "Ah well, I'm here, so I might just as well join you. After all, we are family," I said with a laugh. "Here, give me the soap and I'll wash your back."

Dani was shaking in shock and fright as she turned her back slowly to what she thought was her brother.

"Zac, please don't," she said fearfully.

"Don't? don't? don't what Dani, I'm just going to soap your back. Unless... what are you suggesting? I well, I hadn't thought of... that... but if that's what you want," I said callously, cynically challenging her to respond.

"Zac please," she pleaded cowering from me and I could feel the surge of lust driven by power as she sobbed then choked back tears.

"Oh I always please dear sister, have no fear for that."

Gently, taking all the time in the world, I gathered her hair and gently draped it over her shoulders. I lathered her back, taking my time soaping her neck and shoulders: massaging her tense muscles.

She felt a tremor of concern as she felt my hands slip under her arms and she knew that the fingertips deliberately ran down the sides of her boobs. I marvelled at the feeling as my hands brushed another woman's breasts, the soft, smooth skin, they had an erotic feel different from anything else I had touched. There was no question about intent when I ran my fingers down the crack between her ass cheeks but she was too afraid to say anything. This was her brother after all. She knew all about his dark moods, about his violent temper, his evil side and what was she going to accuse him of?

"You've got a nice ass," I said leaning into her and whispering in her ear as I massaged her ass cheeks. I could feel myself losing control of my emotions. "And you're going to fill it," the voices laughed in my head.

"And a nice neck," I said as I kissed her neck. And it felt good. I knew we were both being raped.

In despair, I could feel my arms circle her waist. I spread my hands over her tummy. Oh the feelings of arousal, of anticipation as I felt her ragged breathing. For a few moments, I simply massaged her stomach, tormenting her. To my shame I was revelling in the seduction.

"Some of the guys say your tits are a bit small but I reckon they are a nice handful," I said as I casually reached around her taking a breast in each hand. Instinctively she jumped back into me, only to push hard against my throbbing cock. Suddenly I was bristling with sexual aggression. With a hand on each breast, I held her firmly in place as I started to roughly grope her breasts. My pleasure heightened as she squirmed against me trying vainly to wriggle free, which only served to push her harder against my aroused cock.

"Oh yeah baby, these are really fun to play with," I laughed cynically into her ear. "And I bet your nipples are aching, you want me to roll them into little aroused buds for you, don't you?" I said, as I took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "Do it, do it," I heard to voices.

Part of me was ashamed but I was also on a high of sexual arousal. This was nothing to do with seduction; it was about force, about exerting power, about the thrill of domination: pure lust. She moaned as I squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. I enjoyed feeling the small body rubbing against my raging cock. I couldn't help myself, while I was terrified at my part in the destruction of Dani but for me the real terror was the voices, his voices in my mind laughing at me, taunting me as my own feelings of arousal grew.

"Zac, what are you doing? You can't do this to me," Dani pleaded, struggling to break from my grasp.

But I knew women. Not that in my lust crazed state I was really capable of rational thought anyway. I continued to press my cock against her back while fondling her breasts, taking time to roll her budding nipples between my fingers. I could feel the excitement coursing through my body, the heat of her naked body against mine desperately trying to break free. But my grasp on her breasts held firm.

Slowly but surely her protests weakened. Full of lust I turned her around. I could feel her trembling in fear and anticipation as I placed a thumb and forefinger under her chin and lifted her face. Gently I brought her lips to mine and as the hot water cascaded over us, we embraced. As my tongue chased hers, I dropped a hand and I could feel her tense as I gently cupped her pussy. She whimpered. I felt the tightening of her stomach muscles and heard the quick exhalation of breath as I slowly ran a finger down the length of her slit. I knew the prize was mine as I slipped a finger into the warm folds of her pussy. Then casually I slipped a second finger into her body and began to finger fuck her, lubricating her tight cunt.

I was lost in the feelings of sexual excitement. My cock was almost painful, throbbing with desire. I needed to bed my cock in her, more than that; I needed to take her against her will. I spread her feet, placing one on each side of the edge of the bath. Holding her firmly I guided her onto the tip of my cock. Any regrets I had were lost as the warm folds of her cunt engulfed the head of my cock. Slowly I pushed the head against the tightness of her cunt. My mind exploded with the incredible feelings. I could feel my heart in my mouth as I struggled to breathe, the feelings were so intense. Zac had me, I didn't care about her anymore, didn't care about the morality of what I was doing, urged on by the voices in my mind my only thoughts at that time were to fuck Dani. Fighting the desire to ram it into her, I gently lowered her onto my pole. At first, there was resistance as she struggled against me, struggled to accommodate my size. Then suddenly she arched her back and gave a small cry as her cunt stretched and the head of my cock slipped inside her. As I smoothly slipped into the silken warmth of her sex, I understood the raw power of Zac's masculinity, the sheer force of his sexuality was overwhelming me and I didn't have the strength to fight it, didn't want to; I let it engulf me. I was in heaven. I didn't need Zac; I thrust my cock into her.

"Fuck her, fuck the bitch," I heard but I didn't need any urging.

I vaguely heard Dani cry out in pain as I rammed the full 9 inches of my cock into her tight cunt then started to pump it mercilessly into her, urged on in a sexual frenzy by his voices. It wasn't long before the cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure. So lost was I in the sexual frenzy that I failed to notice that Zac had withdrawn his control and it was me, caught in the moment who was fucking Dani.

"Oh my God, do it, do it to me Zac, oh fuck me," she groaned into my ear. And the more she groaned the harder I thrust my pole into her abused cunt. By now I was totally out of control, no better than a rutting animal.

"Oh God Zac, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cuuuuuum, Zac, Zac, fuck, I'm cuuumiiiiinnng, Arrrrgggghhh fuuuuck," she screamed and I couldn't help but join her as I felt my balls contract and I shot load after load of sperm into her slick cunt.

I held her in place, impaled on my cock as the blood flowed back into my brain.

As I collected myself, I eased out of her cunt.

I was still bristling with the aftermath of lust. My senses drugged with rampant sexuality and aggression. I stepped back and gave Dani a brutal slap across her face. She staggered back, slid to the floor, more from shock, and hurt than the force of the blow. She raised one hand to her stinging cheek then let out a sob as she looked forlornly at me. I stood over her, my aggressive stance intimidating. Even so, I was shocked as I heard myself speak to her. "You're mine now bitch," I snarled and then watched as her eyes dropped to the floor and her head bowed in deference to me. And, I started to get an appreciation of what it meant to be Zac.

I didn't move for her. I stood over her; dominant as she picked herself up, moving around me to get out of the shower.

As I came to my senses I staggered back to my room, shocked at the high the sex, the aggression and the violence gave me. Both worried and thrilled with the addictive nature of the beast. I could feel my cock rising in arousal again.

"Yeah, you enjoyed that didn't you? It gives you a rush doesn't it?" the voice said in my head, taunting me.

"I'll never do that again," I said aloud and my words were greeted by a chorus of laughter.

I knew it was Zac's masculine side speaking to me. "And the more you use us, use our special talents, the better the sex will be, for you and her. Now don't tell me that wasn't the best sex you have ever had, it was. And don't tell me that it wasn't the best sex Dani ever had, she was screaming in orgasm and you did it to her. How many women get to that level? Moreover, if you use us we can take you and your partners even further, it just gets better and better. Look, no woman likes a wimp; they all like strong, powerful men. And you would be surprised, no, astounded at how many women love it that way, love to have a dominant male in charge. Once you establish your control, you cannot ever let it drop. Your women would treat you with contempt. So babe, you know where to find us, we are only too willing to help and dare I say, satisfaction guaranteed. Just for the record, you actually saved her from a beating. Zac had planned to take her anyway but he was going to beat her into submission first. It was just a matter of when. You were able to modify that."

I was shaking. The words reverberated around in my head. Suddenly I understood why I felt like I was following a script; I was. Just my version didn't have the violence that Zac had planned. I was sick as some of his plans filtered through my memory bank. I knew they were playing with my mind, but I could feel my arousal, feel the lust coursing through my body and the rush of white-hot excitement as I relived the event.

I knew with absolute certainty that I would take Dani again, and again, and it would be on my terms. She wouldn't complain.

After the events, it was a battle to harness Zac's sexual and aggressive traits. I was exhausted when I finally locked them away. I was frightened at the raw sexuality and power and I knew that in the future, I would have to train and control those traits or they would dominate me. I wondered whether I had the will to stop using them again; actually, I knew I didn't.

And I could hear the whispers in my head as I went to breakfast only to find Dani was there before me. Without a word, she set the table and prepared a breakfast for me. Demurely she poured my coffee. When we finished, she cleaned up after me. She made no move or sound as I came up behind her and fondled her ass. When I got back to my room, I was surprised to find that she had already tidied up my room.

There was no protest when I entered her room and started to caress her body. Fifteen minutes later she was bucking under me, moaning in passion as she rapidly approached her second orgasm.

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Zac couldn't decipher the look on my face. My body language oozed power and aggression, I was in charge and he knew it. More to the point, he knew it and didn't like it. My eyes seemed to bore into him, challenging him with some superior knowledge. The satisfied smirk on my face belittling him. He sipped his beer nervously wondering which of his girlfriends I had fucked. God she hadn't waited long he thought.

He was wilting under my gaze and he was annoyed at himself as in a very feminine way his nervousness showed as he lifted one hand and absently pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. He could feel a hot flush of embarrassment rising on his breasts and cheeks as I continued to stare at him in a dominant manner. Suddenly he was fighting back feminine tears, the heat burning behind his eyes. He almost snapped as I leaned across the table and dabbed a tear off his cheek. "Don't touch me, I'm not your plaything and I'm sure as hell not a fucking poof," he growled.

"Poor baby, you're taking this hard aren't you. If it helps, you look gorgeous when you are angry. Or should I say I do," I said mocking him.

He fought for some semblance of control.

"You did this to me you bitch, it was your fault, it must have been," he sniffed uncertainly.

"My fault?" I said leaning into him. My eyes drilled into his. "My fault? Of course, you might wonder how the witch felt when you told her to fuck off. If I remember rightly, you called her a fat, old hag, too ugly for anyone to fuck. Now I wonder, whether that might have had any impact on what she did."

"Whatever, I want it to end; do you know how to end it? Please," he pleaded.

Well, I did know how to end it.

"You must embrace in a kiss, a proper kiss by midnight tomorrow," the Halloween witch had said. If you can't manage to set aside your differences and get together by then, well then, you can do it on the 31st of any month before next Halloween and the spell will be broken. But it must be a real kiss and if you haven't done it by Halloween next year then your changes become permanent." Nevertheless, he hadn't been listening had he? Typical. And just at that moment, I couldn't see any reason to tell him. He was so fucking ignorant. No, there was no way I was going to break the spell tonight. I wanted the bastard to suffer, was enjoying seeing his squirm. In addition, the next 31st wasn't until New Year's Eve. Best case scenario; there were seven months that had 31 days, so seven opportunities in the year, plenty of time to put him through the ringer if he didn't change his attitude.

"I didn't do anything to you. I'm under the spell too, if you recall. But the witch told me, she told you how to break the spell. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?" I said my voice dripping with mischief and cynicism.

"Me, she told me!" Zac spluttered, a look of shock distorting his face.

I was in total control; I could feel that familiar throbbing in my cock as I looked at the terror on his face.

"She didn't tell me anything, I can't remember, what am I going to do now?" he wailed and again tears started to trail down his cheek.

"Thanks for the consideration," I thought. "God, I look so vulnerable when I'm crying. I am really gorgeous," I thought as I looked at my former face and body.

Then before we could continue, our conversation was interrupted.

"Hey Brandy, what you doing slumming it down here?" said a jovial voice and they both looked to the sound. Zac quickly wiped his eyes and tried to hide his emotions.

I smiled to myself as my friends Miranda and Maria came across to their table. Miranda is my best ever friend, everyone loves Miranda. Only 5'2" tall she is the party girl, bright, happy, pretty with a perfectly proportioned body. A shock of natural blonde hair (the bitch) she was hot. Sexy hot. Moreover, if I could believe any of the stories she told me she was adventurous in bed. I looked at the momentary confusion on Zac's face as the girls addressed themselves to him under my name.