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Sara was surprised to find herself moving to a kneeling position. She stared straight forward until Miss Harris came into view. Gone was the professional wardrobe, it was replaced by a black latex corset decorated with a white pentagram... and nothing else.
Miss Harris touched her on the back of the neck with something Sara could not see. Instantly Sara was leaning forward, extending her tongue to Miss Harris' pussy.
"Stop," Sara stopped, though she was completely at the whim of what ever Miss Harris was doing to her and could not have continued had she wanted. Miss Harris knelt to Sara's level before pressing something into Sara's hand and continuing, "You're free to move on your own now, I just wanted to make your situation blatantly obvious."
Sara shrieked and, with her newfound mobility, pushed herself along the floor until she was against the wall and promptly curled into a ball, "What are you doing to me?"
"I didn't do anything to you," came the response, "You did it to youself when you touched the golem. It... reacts to the touch of a virgin, as I'm sure you've noticed. To be technical, there is a certain amount of unbound magic in a virgin and the purpose of this statue is to bind it perminantly. This act creates a talisman of sorts, look in your hand."
Sara looked at what Miss Harris had put in her hand and found she was holding the statue's cock. "Magic? Talisman? What do you mean?"
"Sara, you have taken the first step down the road to becoming a sorceress, or some lucky man's ultimate slut. That phallus you are holding is what you would probably call a wand. Unfortunately, it is currently, spiritually, part of you. That is what allowed me to control your actions just now."
"No, I don't believe you. Magic? There must be a better explanation... you've drugged me or or..."
As soon as Sara started speaking Miss Harris rose and strode to a nearby cabinet, removing a small blue decanter. "Don't believe in magic, eh? Even after being raped by an inanimate object? Here's more proof." Cutting off Sara's protests, Miss Harris poured a drop from the decanter onto Sara's left breast.
Sara followed the drop as it fell, impossibly slowly, to her breast where it formed a blue circle as it absorbed into the fabric of her shirt. It wasn't long before that spot, then her whole breast, started tingling.
"This concoction will temporarily increase your breast size and senisitivity. I wager you'll orgasm from the pressure on your breast before the size increase tears your shirt."
Sara was quickly beginning to believe Miss Harris, there was an escalating flow of pleasurable sensation from her breast and it was already noticibly larger than the other. Sara noticed, with less discomfort than she would have a few hours before, that she could already feel her groin reacting to the pleasure. Sara watched in amazement as her nipples sprang to attention, the left was so large that it obviously tented the fabric of her shirt.
"If you ever want to wear that shirt again, I suggest you take it off now," Miss Harris said plainly.
Finally believing her, Sara leaned forward and pulled the t-shirt over her head. She almost squealed as the fabric slid against her enlarged nipple. Increasingly captured by the pleasures of her own body, Sara grasped her enlarged breast with both hands, cupping and massaging its swollen mass. Just touching her nipple brought her to the brink of orgasm. Sara backed off momentarily, allowing the pressure to recede but her self control was short lived, moments later she impulsively pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed her breast with the remaining three on the same hand. Sara was thrown head over heels into an orgasm, an explosion of pleasure that receded gradually.
Sill enjoying the buzz of her first orgasm Sara gripped both nipples firmly, twisting and pulling violently. Her breast had become large enough for her to suck her own nipple. She inserted her enlarged nipple into her mouth while pinching her right and continued groping her left breast. Sara could feel another orgasm coming and renewed her effort, chewing on her left nipple. Try as she might she could not surmount that final height with just her breasts, it was then that Sara remembrered the statue's cock. She blindly searched around, still chewing vigorously, and found it lying next to her on the floor. She quickly plunged it into her sodden cunt through the torn seam of her jeans, pumping it until she exploded with her final orgasm.
Sara nursed herself back to earth, rocking her hips against the phallus still lodged in her pussy and attending to both her breasts with her hands. "Oh-my-god," was all she could say when her mind cleared.
"Believe me now?" a slight nod was the only response Sara could give. "I wasn't planning to do this to you... well at least not now, but since you've done it to yourself, it is time to start your training."
"Training!?" Sara glared incredulously at Miss Harris, "You expect me to submit to TRAINING after this?"
"Yes, in fact, I must insist on it. Remember me controlling you? If you don't train with me, that could well happen to you again, but chances are the perpetrator wouldn't return the wand..."
Sara suffered through a sinking sense of Miss Harris' accuracy before responding, "Ok. How are you going to train me? Teach me to make stuff like that liquid or the statue?"
"Eventually, but first you need to know and master your own body. That is the most important step to being able to bind your wand."
"O-Ok... How do we start?"
"Simple, you make me a sandwich."