Call Me Jack

Miriam looked down. 'My necklace?' She frowned as she failed to recall when it had become her necklace. 'Where did I get it anyway? I can't recall...' A relaxing warmth entered her mind, smoothing out her frown and that pesky thought.

"Just remember that the necklace is fueled by your willpower. Using it taxes you so don't go thinking you can take over the world or something. As for the second part of the reward," the doorbell interrupted him. "It's by the door. Have fun!" And with that he was gone.

She was still staring at where the demon had just been when the doorbell chimed again. This finally kicked her into action. As she was donning her bathrobe the bell was rung once more, several times. Miriam was now hurrying to the door, spurred on by the now quite incessant chime of the doorbell.

Opening the door, Miriam was faced with a slightly disheveled Janice. "Janice, this is a surp..."

Without saying hello, her colleague barged in. "Where is it Miriam? I know you still have it, you have no right to steal something like that."

Janice was still walking further into the house leaving Miriam with no choice but to follow. She noted with some wonder that Janice was wearing a skirt for once. "What are you talking about? What has gotten into you?"

She had lost sight of Janice for a moment when she ducked into the living room. When Miriam herself entered she found the agitated woman at the dinner table. She had laid down the book on it and was now flipping its pages, obviously searching for a page that would still have writing on it. "What did you do? What did you do to it?" Janice babbled. "Where are the stories?"

Finally, Miriam understood what was going on. "You've read the book too," she concluded in a soft voice. That was why she was late for work yesterday and that forgotten article was just an excuse. Like Miriam, Janice had been affected by the book. Images began to fill her head. Of Janice fingering herself with her eyes glued to the pages, pulled in like Miriam had been. Her body in a constant state of excitement, even when she was asleep. Arousal began to trickle through her body.

But Miriam had finished reading the book, something Janice could no longer do. And it was now obvious to the dirty blond librarian that Janice was still very much under its spell.

Miriam shuddered at the memory of the fiery arousal that Janice was still enjoying. 'Probably for the rest of her life,' she surmised with a mix of sympathy and envy. Looking at Janice, she was struck with how desirable the woman was. She had noted her beauty before, but that was simply an appreciation of the competition. Now, Miriam appreciated her as a conquest.

Meanwhile, Janice had turned around with a caught look in her eyes. Denial died on her lips when Miriam untied the knot holding her robe closed. She shrugged it off, feeling unreasonably confident. A momentary flicker of guilt entered her mind but floundered when it hit that confidence. Janice needed help and Miriam knew exactly how to give it. The other woman could no longer be trusted to control herself, she needed assistance.

"Miriam, what are you doing?" Janice's voice was shaky. Her eyes slowly dragging over every centimeter of skin Miriam was now showing her.

Instead of answering, Miriam gathered her will into the gem before loosing it like an arrow on Janice. She expected a similar reaction to Bruce's, but got something much better instead.

A sharp intake of breath followed after her power hit Janice and before her eyes the athletically built woman sunk to her knees. And Janice could still speak. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, except that I am going to help you. You see, the book is empty now. And as a reward for that, I get you."

The effect of the jewel was still taking hold on Janice as was evident in her growing difficulty to form a coherent sentence. "Reward? Me?"

She could have explained further, but she didn't. Rather, Miriam chose to show what she meant. "When we are in private and at home, you want to be naked for me." Janice's eyes fluttered as this new desire insinuated itself into her mind.

But the Latina didn't start to remove her clothes right away. She did remove her shoes and jacket without thought, but her hands stopped in their tracks as they hovered above the buttons of her blouse. Her eyes still rigidly fixed on the sapphire between Miriam's tits, several emotions flitted across her face as she tried to work it out.

Miriam knew that from Janice's perspective, the desire to be naked for Miriam had just suddenly entered her. She felt it, but she had not been given a reason to want it. In other words, Janice was looking for an excuse to do what she now wanted to do.

It didn't take long for her to find one. "You...naked...I...naked?" Her tone was questioning, but her hands were already unbuttoning her blouse. Seeing her command taking hold, Miriam couldn't resist grabbing one of her own breasts. Tweaking a distended nub she watched as Janice revealed her hairless snatch. It wasn't easy to remove a skirt while kneeling but Janice managed well enough. A contented look spread across her features now that her nude body was exposed to her friend's approving gaze.

An odd sensation came over Miriam now, one that took a second to identify. The demon had warned her that she couldn't use the pendant without restraint and she now discovered just what those limits were. She estimated she only had one or two commands left in her. After that, she would need to recuperate her strength for a bit.

'One last command. Something that will make Janice mine,' she pondered. A slow grin appeared as an idea dawned on her.

As a precaution she took a deep, shuddering breath to gather her thoughts before committing herself. "You're greatest desire is to be my submissive fuckpet, a creature devoted to my pleasure." Miriam's vision went double as the connection was abruptly broken.

Her eyes no longer held by the pendant, Janice threw her head back and arched her back as this second remodeling of her psyche crashed through her. Her hips slamming forward in a futile attempt to get some stimulation.

Miriam squeezed her thighs together as she viewed the spectacle, only calming down when Janice began to recover. Her arousal surged again moments later as it hit her what she had done. She had taken control of a friend. A very sexy friend that was going to do whatever nasty, dirty activity came to her. And thanks to the book, she knew a lot of those now.

Janice ended up on all fours, her forehead almost touching the floor as she caught her breath. Slowly her head went up, until their eyes met. There had been some desire in those eyes when she had first seen Miriam's naked form but it was a faint shadow of the emotion that now shone in them. Hopeful want mixed with doubt practically spilled from every pore of her being. Janice's voice was filled with wonder and pleading. "Miriam."

Miriam couldn't stop a smile. Janice wasn't obsessed with that book anymore. She knew she could help her friend, no, her fuckpet.

She opened her thighs in a wordless invitation. Her new fuckpet's breathing hitched, then she crawled towards her as fast as she could. Once Janice was before her, she slowly let her hands glide up Miriam's thighs until they rested on her hips. Miriam could see Janice's body shaking as she took her first taste.

Feeling that supple muscle invade her sex, Miriam closed her eyes to better savor the sensation. Grabbing the mesmerized woman's head and grinding her pussy in her face felt even better. And from the muffled sounds coming from beneath her, Janice was enjoying her new position too.

An unrelated thought skimmed through her mind. 'Such nice rewards and I never even got to know his name.'

From nowhere a voice caressed her mental self, proving the demon had not gone so far. "Don't really have a name, but you can call me Jack."

THE END