Charisma & Tiffany Part 3

Tiffany didn't hate Charisma, not exactly, although, the more she thought of how the sorceress had treated her, how she'd abused her, the more the shemale fumed. Not only had Charisma changed her sex, from shemale to female (and back again, thank God), but she had also equipped her with a half dozen cunts, including one in her forehead and one grown from the roof of her mouth, in which, with an equal number of penises newly sprouted from her own body, she'd fucked--or, rather, raped--her. Even that hadn't been enough to satisfy the kinky bitch. Charisma had also fucked her in the ass and a cunt with which she'd temporarily replaced the shemale's natural male genitals. When Tiffany had performed cunnilingus on Charisma, the sorceress had enlarged her tongue to the size of a boa constrictor.

Tiffany may not hate Charisma, but, she'd decided, enough had been enough, and she had no desire to see the sorceress again--that is, until she was away from her for a few minutes. Even in so short of an absence from her, Tiffany missed Charisma immensely. She'd actually grieved for her, as if the sorceress were dead rather than simply not present. Tiffany thought about her constantly, remembering her scent and her touch and the wild, degrading things the sorceress did to her in the privacy of her many-roomed mansion. She'd remember, and she'd long for more of Charisma's company and more of her bizarre lovemaking, her little cock stiff and swollen beneath her skirt or jeans or slacks and her nipples erect beneath her blouses or shirts or other tops. She wanted to be with Charisma all day, every day, and be subject to the sorceress' every wish and command.

Before she'd met Charisma, Tiffany had enjoyed living alone. She liked being independent; she enjoyed coming and going as she pleased, whenever she liked, to do whatever she wanted without having to answer to anyone. Now that she'd met Charisma, though, that was all changing. She found herself not only alone but lonely. Her apartment, her job, her sculpting, her travels, her nights out with the girls, even her occasional romantic trysts with guys (or girls)--none of these things, none of these activities, none of these adventures satisfied her.