Charisma & Tiffany Part 4

No, Tiffany thought. Her breasts were as large as ever. Her tummy was still flat, her waist still narrow, and her hips still as shapely as before she’d stopped wearing the enchanted corset that Charisma had given her. Likewise, her feet remained size five, despite her having thrown away the magic shoes that had transformed them.

“The effects never end, once they have been established. They’re permanent.”

Tears spilled from Tiffany’s eyes. “I’ll always crave your company?”

“Always.”

A sob escaped the shemale’s lips as her tears flowed down her wet, shining cheeks.

“Only I can end the effects of the spells.”

Tiffany looked at the sorceress through her veil of tears, hope rising in her heart. “Would you?” she pleaded.

“I might,” Charisma said.

Tiffany smiled through her tears. “Thank you!” she cried. “Thank you!”

“After I give you something to remember me by.”

Another present? Tiffany asked herself. What pain and suffering did the sadistic bitch have in mind for her now? “No,” she said. “That’s quite all right.”

“Oh, but I insist.”

Tiffany’s heart beat fast. She found that she was still afraid of the cruel, abusive sorceress--indeed, she was terrified of her. “You aren’t going to shove that baseball bat up my ass?” she blurted.

Charisma smiled at the shemale’s obvious anxiety. “No.”

Tiffany looked relieved.

“I have something else in mind for you,” Charisma said, her voice as small as the calm before a storm, “something that will leave a much longer and more emphatic impression on you than would your having been ravished anally by an aluminum bat.”

Tiffany gulped.

“Come with me,” Charisma ordered. She strolled from the conservatory, the naked Tiffany following her lead.