Chapter 2: Building Tension
Standing inside of Luke’s dorm room across from each other, Luke has connected the dots that not only are Abigail and Tilly the ones who broke in the night before to cast the spell, they now have a problem of their own, which is why they came back to steal the spell book again. If he is right, then Abigail’s feelings of humiliation, loss of control and the growing arousal from the morning’s awful experience might mean the spell had backfired on them, making her suffer the consequences.
Luke’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and malice. “So I’m right. Something is happening to you. Is it both of you? Or just little miss queen bee? I’ve certainly had spells in the past backfire in minor ways, but you wouldn’t be back here if it was some minor discomfort, would you?” He taunted. "I know because, I actually know what I'm doing." He lifted the spellbook, brandishing it like a weapon. "This isn't just some book of nursery rhymes, girls. It's real magic, and it's not to be trifled with."
Abigail felt a surge of anger at Luke's smug grin, but she kept her voice steady and calm, refusing to let him see her fear. "You're saying... the spell backfired? That's why I... that's why I’m feeling this way?" she asked, her mind racing as she tried to process his words.
Luke looks between the two sorority girls cooly, his grin as smug as ever. His eyes land on Tilly, ignoring Abigail’s question. “Tilly, she said ‘why I’m feeling this way,’ not ‘we’re.’ Which makes me think you’re unaffected by it, is that true? Has she even told you what ‘feelings’ she has gained? I’m sure you’re curious, I know I am.” He taunted, glancing back at Abigail. "No, you're right, I haven't told Tilly about my... experiences this morning. But that's not the point," Abigail snapped, her voice laced with anger and a hint of vulnerability she couldn't quite hide.
Luke's eyes narrowed, his grin fading slightly as he looked back at Abigail. "The point is that you two broke into my room, stole my book, and used it for a prank without knowing what you were doing. And now, you're suffering the consequences. But don't worry, little miss queen bee. I can help you. Or I guess, I should say I *could* help you. But I probably won’t, not unless it’s something really bad, something no one deserves.” Luke’s voice trailed off, his eyes flicking between Abigail and Tilly, a dark gleam in his gaze. “So, what’s it going to be, ladies? You wanna keep playing with fire or are you just gonna go lick your wounds?”
Abigail's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Luke, her mind racing. She knew they were in a precarious position, at his mercy. But she also knew that she couldn't just roll over and accept whatever punishment he decided to dish out. She had to find a way to turn this to her advantage.
She couldn't just grovel and beg him for help. That would be beneath her, and he would never respect her again. She had to be smart, to outmaneuver him.
Abigail met Luke's gaze head-on, her eyes narrowing as she considered her options. She could see the challenge in his eyes, the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this, reveling in the power he held over them. She would have to be careful, to not let him see how much he was affecting her.
"Alright, Luke," she said, her voice steady and calm.
She could feel Tilly's eyes on her, waiting to see how she would handle this situation. "You're right. We did something stupid, and we deserve to be punished. But we also need your help."
Luke's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive stance. "Help? Why would I help you after what you did?"
Abigail took a step closer, her eyes locked on Luke's. "Because we know we messed up. And because we can make this right." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "We'll do anything, Luke.
Anything to make things right. You just have to tell us what you want," Abigail said, her voice low and steady. She could see the shock and disbelief in Luke's eyes as she spoke, and she knew she had his attention.
Luke studied her for a moment, his arms still crossed over his chest. He looked like he was considering her offer, turning it over in his mind. Abigail held her breath, waiting for his response.
Finally, he burst into laughter at her intensity. "Anything, huh?" he said, a smile spreading across his face. “You must be in a pretty unfortunate situation then. What is it? I’m dying to know.” He crossed his arms, holding his spell book tightly. “Besides, I’m almost certain I couldn’t help you without knowing anyway.” Luke’s voice was amused as he taunted her. “Something tells me you’re not going to be quite so eager to do ‘anything’ once you know what it is I’d require.”
Abigail’s eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. She knew Luke was trying to make her squirm, to get her to back down, but she couldn’t let him see her crack. “Just tell me what you want, Luke. If we can do it, we will.”
Luke chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. “I don’t think that’s nearly as fun as whatever you must be experiencing.” He said, shaking his head. “So I’ll pass. But if you change your mind, want to be more honest with me, I’ll reconsider. Now if you both don’t mind, I do have better things to do then entertain two of my least favorite people.” He smugly said, gesturing toward the door.
“You can see yourselves out, I’m sure.”
Abigail’s jaw clenched, but she knew pushing back would only escalate things further. She didn’t want to fall into his trap, or worse, give him more power over them. She nodded once, curtly, and turned to leave. Tilly, however, looked like she wanted to argue, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Abigail shot her a warning look, and Tilly seemed to come to her senses, her shoulders slumping as she followed Abigail out of the room.
Their footsteps echoed down the hallway as they made their way back to the safety of their sorority house.
The silence between them was heavy, the weight of their failure and the reality of their situation pressing down on them like a physical force. Abigail could feel Tilly's eyes on her, could sense her friend's desperation to break the silence, to find a way to make things right.
But Abigail couldn't bring herself to speak. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, her body still pulsing with the humiliation and helplessness she had felt earlier.
She couldn't shake the feeling of being out of control, of being powerless. And now, to have Luke hold that power over them, to revel in it... it was a bitter pill to swallow.
Tilly finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "Abigail, what do we do now? We can't just let him get away with this. With... with what he's doing to you."
Abigail's heart ached at the sincerity in her friend's voice. She knew Tilly meant well, but she also knew that pushing Luke would only make things worse.
“I know, Tilly. But he does have a point. We did this to ourselves, in the hopes of making fun of him. He really doesn’t have a good reason to want to help me.” She admitted bitterly. “We just need to figure out something else. Something to make him help or reveal where we could go to get help ourselves.” Abigail finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing as she tried to formulate a plan.
Tilly nodded, her eyes determined. "We need to find someone who knows about magic. Someone who can reverse the spell or at least help us understand what's happening."
Abigail’s eyes widened as a thought occurred to her. "There's a professor on campus who's rumored to be into that kind of stuff. Dr. Alvarez. She teaches in the anthropology department. I've heard whispers about her doing research on folklore and occult practices."
Tilly's eyes lit up.
"Dr. Alvarez! I've heard her name before. She's supposed to be really knowledgeable about all things supernatural and occult. Maybe she can help us figure out what's going on."
Abigail nodded, a glimmer of hope sparking in her chest. "We need to talk to her. Find out if she knows anything about a spell called 'Love's Lament.' If anyone can help us, it's her."
Tilly bit her lip, her brow furrowing in thought. "But how do we even approach her? I mean, we're not exactly her favorite students, she hasn’t even ever met us.”
Tilly said, her voice tinged with doubt.
Abigail nodded grimly, her mind racing. “I know. We’ll have to be smart about this. We can’t just barge into her office and demand she help us with our magical problems.” She paused, her eyes narrowing as she thought.
“What if we... what if we make an appointment? Tell her we’re doing a project on folklore and we want to interview her about her research. We can feel her out, see if she’ll be willing to help us,” Abigail suggested, her voice firm with determination.
Tilly nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You’re good, Abby.
Really good. But how do we make it believable? We don’t want to get caught in another lie.”
Abigail shrugged. “We’ll just have to be convincing.
We don’t actually have to lie about everything. We can tell her we’re genuinely interested in folklore and the occult. We can say we’re doing a project for our sorority, looking into different cultures and their beliefs in magic.”
Tilly’s eyes widened. “But what if she sees through us?
What if she knows we’re not telling the truth?” Tilly asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Abigail gave her friend a reassuring smile. “We just need to be convincing. We can’t let her suspect anything. We need to be smart about this.”
Tilly nodded, biting her lip as she considered Abigail’s plan. “Okay, so how do we make an appointment with her? Should we just call her office?”
Abigail shook her head. “No, that would be too easy. We need to be subtle.
Discreet." Abigail said, her mind already formulating a plan. "I'll email her. Pretend to be interested in her research. She'll be flattered, and we can take it from there."
Tilly nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of nerves and excitement. "Okay, that sounds like a plan. But what do we do in the meantime? We can't just sit around and wait for her to respond."
Abigail thought for a moment, her brows furrowed in concentration. "We need to find out more about this spell.
We can't just sit around and wait for Dr. Alvarez to respond. We need to be proactive," Abigail said, her mind racing with ideas. "Let's hit the library. We can look up anything we can find on 'Love's Lament' and see if there's anything that can help us."
Tilly nodded, her eyes filled with determination. “You’re right! We can't just sit around and wait for something to happen." Tilly then let out a big yawn. “Though, can it wait until tomorrow? It’s already 1:30 am and I have class in the morning.” Tilly asked sheepishly, the determination fading. After all, all she knew about what Abigail was feeling was that she felt ‘weird.’ That didn’t register as urgent.
Abigail covered up her initial emotional response, the desire to scream and yell ‘ARE YOU KIDDING ME? NO THIS CANT WAIT!!’ And instead nodded quietly. “Yeah, sure Tilly. Tomorrow then, after classes.”
Tilly yawned again as she nodded appreciatively. “Tomorrow.” And wandered off towards her room.
Abigail, on the other hand, had to pee. Really bad. She’d been avoiding the bathroom all day, since the morning’s events. But she couldn’t just not go, couldn’t pee her pants or something. She steeled her nerves and moved towards the bathroom, luckily a single stall that locked securely. She didn’t want, couldn’t have, anyone finding out about what might be about to happen to her.
She nervously entered the bathroom, feeling as normal as she had this morning at first. She locked the door behind her, confident no one would bother her this late at night. Before she could worry any longer, she moved quickly to the toilet, she couldn’t hold it any longer.
As soon as she sat down, she released her bladder, and immediately she felt the familiar sensation of intense pleasure mixed with a strange, otherworldly heat. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was on fire, but in the most exhilarating way possible.
She gasped, her eyes watering as the waves of ecstasy washed over her. She tried to keep quiet, her teeth clenched and her breath coming in ragged gasps. But it was impossible to stifle the moans that escaped her lips as she rode out the storm of sensations.
In the midst of the strange, unexpected pleasure, she didn’t notice that she’d completely stripped out of her clothes. The moment she was done relieving herself, she felt the tug once more, the pull to slide off of the seat and worship the bathroom with her tongue, to lick up any piss she could get, from the toilet, the ground, her own wet crotch. This time, she fought back, her body shivering with the effort to resist the weird, dark craving. She forced herself to stand, to grab her clothes and pull them back on.
Abigail looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wild eyes. Her heart was pounding, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of the pleasure.
She splashed cold water on her face, trying to clear her mind, to regain some semblance of control. She had to get out of here, get back to her room, and figure out what was happening to her.
As soon as the determination settled in her mind, she found she was once again helpless, her body insistent on completing the humiliation before she was allowed to leave the bathroom. Within moments, she was naked again, her hand between her legs as she quickly moved to the ground. It was like her resistance was being punished, like she had even less control than before. The harder she tried to resist the urge, the more intense the pleasure became. It felt like a dam was building inside of her, growing stronger and stronger with every wave of pleasure coming over her, threatening to overwhelm her as she took her urine from the toilet seat.
Her knees turned into jelly as she tasted the salty, tangy concoction, her body trembling under the overwhelming onslaught of sensations flooding her brain. It felt so wrong yet so incredibly right that she couldn't help but moan louder and louder, losing herself in the wave of blissful relief, her body moving on its own accord.
The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced, raw and primal, as if every nerve ending was connected directly to her core, pulsating with a life of its own.
She slathered her tongue all over the toilet, getting deep within the grout and swirling around the cold porcelain, aching for another taste.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the waves began to subside, and Abigail found herself gasping for breath, her body limp and her mind a blur. She lay there on the cold bathroom floor, her body sticky and her clothes strewn haphazardly around her, trying desperately to catch her breath and regain her composure.
As the haze of pleasure began to lift, she felt a sense of disgust and humiliation wash over her.
What had just happened? Why did she feel so helpless, so out of control? She pushed herself up from the floor, her body shaking with the effort to stand. She grabbed her clothes, quickly dressing herself, her hands trembling with each movement.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide, frightened eyes. What was happening to her? She had to find out, had to get to the bottom of this before it consumed her completely.
She splashed more cold water on her face, trying to wash away the lingering traces of shame and desire. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. Despite the stress in her features, she also saw the look of a girl who appeared recently fucked, who had clearly just been masturbating furiously, a blush covering her face, reminding her that she still hadn’t orgasmed, just pushed herself to the brilliant edge again. She wanted to scream at this feeling, this loss of control, this unprecedented humiliation. But she forced herself to keep her composure, to push down the rising panic and take control of the situation.
She couldn’t give up now. She had to find a way to reverse this spell, to take back control of her body and her desires. She grabbed a towel from the dispenser and wiped her face, trying to clear her mind and focus. She had to figure out what was happening to her, and she had to do it quickly. She couldn’t keep living like this, couldn’t keep giving in to these urges and humiliating herself.
She had to find a way to stop it, to regain control of her own body.
Abigail made her way back to her room, her steps slow and heavy with dread. She pushed open the door, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Tilly, but it was empty. Abigail let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the solitude. She didn’t want to have to explain what had just happened, didn’t want to see the pity or disgust in Tilly’s eyes.
She collapsed onto her bed, her body aching with exhaustion and humiliation.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the images of what had just happened, but it was no use. The memory of her actions, the feel of the cold porcelain against her tongue, the taste of her own humiliation... it was all too vivid, too real.
She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering despite the warmth of her room. She felt dirty, used, and she hated it. She hated the lack of control, the loss of her own agency. She had always prided herself on her strength, her ability to bend others to her will. But now, she was the one being bent, twisted into something she barely recognized.
She couldn't stand it, couldn't bear the thought of spending another night like this. She had to find a way out, had to break free from this curse.
Wallowing in her own disgust, she felt the urge to slip her hand into her pants, to ignore the frustration and the pain and just give in to the pleasure, to the feeling. She clenched her fists, trying to resist the temptation, her body shaking with the effort. This wasn't her, this wasn't who she was supposed to be. She was Abigail fucking Thompson, the queen bee of Chi Omega, the alpha of the sorority world. She didn't... she couldn't just...
Abigail's resolve was tested as she heard a knock at her door. She looked up, her eyes wild and her heart pounding in her chest. She knew it was Tilly, come to check on her, to see if she was okay.
But Abigail wasn't ready to face her friend yet. She wasn't ready to face anyone.
"Go away, Tilly," she called out, her voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
"Abigail? Are you okay? I heard... I heard you in the bathroom. You weren't screaming, were you?" Tilly's voice was filled with concern, and Abigail could hear the fear behind her words.
Abigail closed her eyes, her body trembling. "I'm fine, Tilly. Just... just go away, please.
I just need some time to myself," Abigail said, her voice cracking with emotion.
There was a pause, and Abigail could hear the shuffle of feet as Tilly hesitated on the other side of the door. "Okay, Abby. I'll leave you alone. But if you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. I'm here for you."
Abigail heard the sincerity in Tilly's voice, and it only made her feel worse. She didn't want her friend's pity, didn't want to be looked at with concern and fear. She just wanted to be left alone.
Left alone with her shame and disgust. With her body that seemed to have a mind of its own. She didn't want Tilly to see the changes that were happening to her, the way her body reacted to the simplest of things, to the way it demanded pleasure and humiliation in equal measure. She wanted to figure out what was happening to her, and how to stop it, before she had to explain anything to anyone else.
But she knew she couldn't keep Tilly out forever. Eventually, she would have to face her friend, face the world, and find a way to make this right.
But for now, she just needed a moment to herself, a moment to try and regain some semblance of control over her own body.
She glanced at her alarm clock, noting the time with a sad nod. It was already almost 3 AM, and she knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. Not with the way her body felt, like a live wire ready to spark at any moment.
She considered taking another shower, but she knew that would only make things worse. The sensation of water on her skin was too much, too stimulating, and she couldn't trust herself not to give in to the urge to touch herself.
She knew she had to find another way to distract herself, to keep her mind off of the growing ache between her legs.
She sat up in bed, wrapping her arms around her knees, and tried to focus on anything but the intense, alien sensations coursing through her body. She looked around her room, at the familiar posters and trinkets that usually brought her comfort, and felt nothing but detachment.
Her eyes fell on her laptop, sitting on her desk, and an idea began to form in her mind. She could get lost in research, in learning about whatever she could find on 'Love's Lament' and the world of magic and folklore.
It was a distraction, a way to keep her mind off of her own body and the strange, overwhelming sensations that seemed to be taking control of her.
Abigail swung her legs out of bed and padded over to her desk, her bare feet leaving imprints on the plush carpet. She sat down in her chair, her body still trembling slightly with the residual effects of the pleasure she had just experienced. She opened her laptop, the screen casting a soft glow over her face as she waited for it to boot up.
She had to be smart about this, had to make sure she wasn't leaving any traces of her activities behind.
She opened up a private browsing window, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, playing with forces she didn't understand. But she also knew that she had no other choice.
Abigail typed the name of the spell into the search bar, her fingers trembling slightly as she hit enter. She held her breath as the results loaded, her eyes scanning the page for anything that might help her understand what she was up against.
The first few results were academic papers on various folklore and mythology, but nothing that seemed relevant to her situation.
She went back to the search bar, intending to try another search, only to find herself navigating to a porn site, something she never did, not even when ex-boyfriends would beg. She gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. It seemed her body had a mind of its own, not just about what it wanted to do, but also what it wanted to see.
She quickly exited out of the page, her heart pounding in her chest. She was determined to keep her mind focused on the task at hand, to not let the unexpected arousal derail her. She needed to find something that would help, something that would give her a clue about how to reverse the spell or at least understand what was happening to her.
Scrolling down the search results, she found a forum dedicated to the occult and paranormal activities.
She hesitated before clicking on the link, her brows furrowing as she wondered if this was a good idea. But she was desperate, and this might be her only chance to find some answers.
The forum was a treasure trove of information, with threads dedicated to everything from crystals and tarot cards to spells and curses. Abigail scanned the posts, her eyes settling on a thread titled "Love's Lament: A Cautionary Tale." She quickly scrolled through the comments, her heart pounding as she read the experiences of other users who had attempted to cast the spell.
Most of the threads were filled with laughter and disbelief, users mocking the idea that such a spell could exist, let alone work. But a few caught her eye, their tone serious and warning.
One user, going by the name "WitchyWendy," had posted about her own experience with Love's Lament. "I cast this spell way back in college," she wrote. "I was young and stupid and thought it would be a fun joke to play on my ex. Let me tell you, it was not a joke. The spell backfired big time. I ended up feeling things I've never felt before, things I couldn't control.
It was months before I could find someone to help me break the spell. Trust me, play with fire, and you'll get burned."
Abigail's eyes widened as she read the post, her heart pounding in her chest. This was exactly what she needed, exactly what she was looking for. Someone who had been through this before, who could give her some insight into what she was dealing with.
She quickly scrolled to the end of the thread, her eyes scanning for any mention of how WitchyWendy had broken the spell. But the thread ended abruptly, with no resolution in sight.
Abigail's heart sank as she realized WitchyWendy hadn't shared how she'd broken the spell. She was starting to feel desperate, like she was running out of time. She couldn't live like this forever, couldn't keep giving in to these urges and humiliating herself.
She clicked on WitchyWendy's profile, hoping to find more information. The user's last login was over a year ago, and there was no email or contact information listed.
Abigail let out a frustrated sigh, her hopes dashed. She was running out of options, and time was ticking away.
In her moment of distress, her hands had opened up the porn site again, typing in humiliating concepts. ‘Bimbo used as urinal’ ‘Bitch cums while cleaning bathroom with tongue’ even ones like ‘Witch has spell backfire, turned into sex slave,’ every tab opening was a new perverse throb between her legs. They were so specific, hitting so close to home. She couldn’t handle it. She wasn’t finding out anything useful tonight and fuck, if she didn’t want to cum. But did she want to cum like this? To these videos? Her hands told her she did, badly.
They moved to undo her pants, sliding them down past her hips, revealing her already damp panties. She felt like she was losing control, like her body was acting on its own accord, but she couldn't stop it. Not with the sight of all those humiliating, arousing images flashing before her eyes.
Abigail's breath hitched as she saw a video where a woman was being used as a human toilet, her face stuffed into the porcelain as another woman pissed into her mouth. The thought should have disgusted her, should have made her turn away in revulsion.
But her body was already craving the release, the humiliation, the intense pleasure that she knew would follow. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache that was growing with each passing moment.
Abigail's mind was a warzone, her rational thoughts battling against the primal desires that were taking over her body. She tried to shut her laptop, to close out the browser and put an end to the sickening images that were fueling her arousal. But her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, her fingers clicking and scrolling, opening up more videos, more scenes of degradation and humiliation.
She couldn't stop herself.
Her body was on autopilot, driven by an insatiable hunger that she couldn't satisfy. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she watched the video, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat. The sight of the woman being used, debased, and humiliated sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Abigail's eyes were glued to the screen, her body writhing as she watched the video. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache growing more intense with each passing moment. She was so close to the edge, so close to losing control completely.
Her body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the wave of pleasure building, ready to crash over her.
Suddenly, the sound of her bedroom door creaking open startled her. She quickly closed out of the browser tab, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to see Tilly standing in the doorway. I couldn't sleep, and I heard you moving around in here. I thought I'd check on you," Tilly said, her voice soft and concerned.
Abigail's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her body still trembling with arousal.
She quickly closed her laptop, the screen flickering off just as Tilly stepped into the room. "I... I couldn't sleep," Tilly said, her voice soft and concerned. "I thought I'd check on you."
Abigail swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure. "Yeah, I... I couldn't sleep either," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the weight of Tilly's gaze, could sense her friend's unease. She just hoped Tilly wouldn’t catch the smell of Abigail’s arousal, wouldn’t notice her wet fingers or unbuttoned pants.
Tilly hesitated, her eyes darting around the room before settling on Abigail. "Are you okay? You seem... different.
Is everything okay, Abby?" Tilly asked, her voice laced with concern.
Abigail forced a smile, trying to downplay the situation. "Yeah, I'm just... just tired, that's all. I've been up all night trying to find out more about this spell."
Tilly's eyes widened with realization. "Oh, right. Of course. That makes sense." She paused, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Did you... find anything? Anything useful?"
Abigail bit her lip, trying to decide how much to reveal.
She knew Tilly meant well, but she didn't want to burden her friend with the full extent of her problems. Especially not after the bathroom incident. I think I might have found something. But it's not much. Just a warning about the spell backfiring. I need more, though. I need to know how to break it."
Tilly's brow furrowed in concern. "Abby, I don't know if this is such a good idea. I mean, magic and all that. It's not real, right? Maybe we should just forget about it and move on."
Abigail's eyes flashed with irritation.
"Forget about it? Tilly, I can't just forget about this. Every time I pee, I turn into some fucked up sex crazed freak. I can't live like this. I need to find a way to break this spell, and I need your help."
Tilly's eyes widened, and she bit her lip nervously. "Abby, y- you do what? What do you mean? All you’d told me was that you’d been feeling weird, off. Nothing like- like that.” She stammered, unsure how to address any aspect of what Abigail had just mistakenly revealed, her hand now clamped over her mouth, not even realizing it was the one she’d just had in her pants.
She barely made sense of what Abigail just said, but her face flushed red at the thought of her friend being humiliated. It was horrifying and disgusting, but also... their eyes met, the weight of shared knowledge hanging heavily between them. Abigail was aroused and Tilly was both horrified and excited.
Abigail’s fingers trembled as she tried to compose herself, her mind racing. She had no choice but to come clean, not after the slip up. And if she told Tilly the truth, maybe she could find some help managing this curse. Tilly might be a bimbo, but she was also clever, and she cared.
She saw the look in Abigail’s eyes, the desperation and the humiliation, and she knew she needed to help. “Abby, I’m so sorry. I had no idea it was this bad. You should have told me earlier. We’ll figure this out together, okay?” She closed the door and sat down on the edge of Abigail’s bed, her voice firm and determined. “Tell me everything. From the beginning. What happened exactly, and what have you found out so far?”
Abigail let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping in relief. “I’m so embarrassed, Tilly.
I don’t even know where to start,” Abigail admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned against the headboard of her bed, her eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and desperation.
“Start from the beginning, Abby. What happened exactly?” Tilly urged, her voice soft and reassuring. She reached out and placed a hand on Abigail’s shoulder, offering her support and comfort.
Abigail took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. “It started this morning. I woke up, and I felt… normal. But when I went to the bathroom, it was… different. I was horny, really horny, out of nowhere. And it was like, I couldn’t control it.
I had to touch myself, right there, in the bathroom. And it felt so good, but also so wrong. I didn’t know what was happening to me, Tilly. And then, after that, every time I pee, it's like I lose control. I can’t help but... do things, humiliate myself. I can’t stop it.” Abigail’s voice cracked, and she looked away, shamefaced.
Tilly’s eyes widened in shock, and she squeezed Abigail’s shoulder reassuringly. “Oh, Abby. That’s… that’s terrible. But we’ll figure this out. We have to. What do you mean, humiliate yourself? I mean, we have private bathrooms so just masturbating shouldn’t be *that* big of an issue, right? Definitely not ideal but it could be worse.” Tilly's mind was racing, trying to process the magnitude of what Abigail was saying. “So, let me get this straight, every time you pee, you lose control and do… kinky things?”
Abigail nodded miserably, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, and it’s getting worse. I can’t control it. It’s like my body has a mind of its own, and it’s hell-bent on humiliating me.”
Tilly’s brow furrowed as she tried to understand the extent of Abigail’s predicament. “And you think this is because of the spell?
The one we messed around with?” Tilly’s eyes were wide with disbelief and concern.
Abigail nodded again, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know for sure, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. It’s like the spell is making me irrationally horny and humiliating myself is linked to that.”
Tilly bit her lip, her mind racing as she tried to process everything Abigail was saying. “So, we need to find someone who knows about magic. Someone who can help us reverse this spell.”
Abigail nodded, her eyes filled with desperation. “Exactly.
And Dr. Alvarez is our best shot. She knows about folklore and the occult, and she’s not going to laugh in our faces or think we’re crazy,” Abigail said, her voice filled with determination.
Tilly nodded, her expression resolute. “Okay, so what’s the plan? How do we get her to help us?”
Abigail thought for a moment, her brows furrowed in concentration. “We need to be smart about this. We can’t just march into her office and demand she help us reverse a spell.
We need to be subtle, to come up with a reason for needing her expertise that doesn’t involve admitting we dabbled in black magic. We need to play this smart, Tilly. We need to be clever.” Abigail said, her eyes narrowing as she considered their options.
Tilly nodded, her eyes wide with fear and determination. “Okay, so what do we say? What’s our story?”
Abigail bit her lip, thinking. “We could say we’re doing a project for our sorority. Something on folklore and mythology, and we need her expertise.
I'll reach out to her tomorrow and set up an appointment. We need to be ready with questions, though. We need to find out everything we can about this spell and how to reverse it." Abigail's voice was firm, her mind already racing with plans.
Tilly nodded, her eyes wide with worry. What do we do in the meantime? We can't just sit around and wait for our appointment. We need to find out more about this spell, right?"
Abigail nodded, her jaw set in determination. "Exactly. We need to keep researching, keep digging.
I'm going to email Dr. Alvarez and schedule an appointment, but in the meantime, we need to be proactive.” Abigail's voice was firm, her eyes blazing with determination.
Tilly swallowed hard, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. "Okay, so where do we start? There must be more information out there about this spell, right?"
Abigail nodded, her brows furrowing as she thought. "We need to be smart about this.
We can't just start throwing around the name 'Love's Lament' and expect people to take us seriously. We need to tread carefully, gather information subtly," Abigail said, her voice low and steady.
Tilly bit her lip, her eyes darting from side to side as she thought. "Okay, so how do we do that? Where do we even start looking?"
Abigail leaned back against her pillows, her mind already working on a plan. "First, we need to hit the library. There's got to be books on folklore and magic that can give us some insight into what we're dealing with.
But we need to be careful. We can't just start asking about some random spell and hope for the best. We need to be subtle, to find out what we can without drawing too much attention to ourselves." Abigail said, her voice firm with determination.
Tilly nodded, her eyes wide with worry and excitement. "Okay, so we go to the library, but what do we ask for? We can't just say 'Hey, we need information on a spell to reverse a spell that's making us horny and humiliates us.'" Tilly said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around the room as if they might be overheard.
“Let’s tell them we’re researching traditional love spells for a project on magic and folklore in different cultures. We can say we want to compare and contrast the methods and outcomes of various love spells,” Abigail suggested, her mind racing as she formulated a plan.
“But we need to keep it vague, not get too specific. We don’t want to tip our hand too early.”
Tilly nodded, her expression growing more determined as she caught on to Abigail’s line of thinking. “Got it. So, we just ask for books on love spells and see what we can find. But how do we know if we’re onto something?
How do we know if these books will actually help us?” Tilly asked, her voice filled with a mix of anxiety and eagerness.
Abigail sighed, running a hand through her long blonde hair. “We won’t know until we start looking. But we have to start somewhere, right? And trying to Google ‘Love’s Lament reversal spell’ didn’t yield any results. We need to be smart about this, Tilly. Subtle.”
Tilly nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line as she considered their plan. “Okay, so when do we go?
Should we wait until after classes tomorrow?” Tilly asked, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for potential eavesdroppers.
Abigail shook her head. “No, we need to start as soon as possible. We can’t afford to waste any time. The longer we leave this, the more time Luke has to lord this over us.” The mere mention of his name sent a shiver of humiliation down Abigail’s spine.
“But classes start at 9 AM,” Tilly protested, her brows furrowing. “We won’t have much time to look through the books before we need to be in class. And if we’re late, Prof.
Jenkins will have a fit,” Tilly added, biting her lip nervously.
Abigail sighed, her eyes focusing on the pile of textbooks and laundry on her floor. She spotted her running shoes peeking out from under a stack of clothes and an idea began to form in her mind. “We don’t need to go to the library. We can do this ourselves.”
Tilly’s eyes widened in confusion. “What do you mean? How are we supposed to find out about magic spells without the library?”
Abigail smirked and held up her phone, already scrolling through an app. “I mean, we use our resources.
We’re sorority girls, Tilly. We have to be smarter than this.” Abigail said, her voice determined as she tapped on the screen of her phone. “Look, I’ve got a bunch of contacts, people I can call in favors from. We don’t need to go to the library, we can bring the library to us.”
Tilly’s eyes widened as she watched Abigail, her mind racing to keep up. “You mean, like, ask your friends for help? But who do you know that would be able to help us with this?” Tilly asked, her voice filled with doubt.
Abigail nodded, her eyes scanning the contact list on her phone. "I have a friend, Janna. She's a junior in the anthropology department, and she's always been into the occult and magic. She even took a class with Dr. Alvarez last semester. I bet she would know something about this."
Tilly's eyes lit up with hope. "That's perfect! She can help us, right? She can tell us what we need to know about this spell and how to reverse it."
Abigail hesitated, her brow furrowing as she considered the potential pitfalls of involving Janna. "Yeah, maybe.
But we can't just ask her outright. If we tell her we cast a spell, she's gonna think we're crazy. We need to be subtle, play it cool," Abigail said, her fingers tapping nervously on her phone as she scrolled through her contacts.
Tilly nodded, her eyes wide with understanding. "Right, right. So, how do we approach her? What do we say?"
Abigail bit her lip, considering her options. "Ooh, we could tell her that we’re thinking of doing a Valentine’s Day event at the sorority and we want to theme it after various love spells and rituals. I helped her get a date last year so even if it sounds a little weird to her, she promised me a favor.” Abigail explained, her thumbs already hovering over Janna’s contact info.
Tilly’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh my god, that’s perfect! We can totally frame this as a sorority thing.
And then she’ll be more likely to help us, right? Because it’s like a sister helping another sister?” Tilly asked, her voice giddy with enthusiasm.
Abigail smiled, her finger pressing down on Janna’s name in her contacts. Now, let’s see if she’s free to meet us tomorrow.” Abigail said, opening up a text message to Janna, knowing better than to call her at 4 am. Hello Janna,
Hope this message finds you well. I was wondering if you'd be free for coffee tomorrow morning? I’d love to pick your brain about a project I’m working on for the sorority.
Let me know!
Best,
Abigail
Abigail sent the message and waited, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew Janna was an early riser, usually up by 6 AM for her morning run, so she should get a response soon.
"Okay, so now we wait," Abigail said, turning her phone screen off and setting it down on her desk.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She was used to being in control, to having everything planned out and under her thumb. But this situation was different. She was out of her depth, and it terrified her.
Tilly nodded, her eyes still wide with worry. "Yeah, but what do we do in the meantime? We can't just sit here and wait, right?"
Abigail shrugged. "I guess we could try to get some sleep. It's almost 5 AM now, and we have classes in a few hours.
Might as well try to get some rest while we wait for Janna to reply," Abigail suggested, trying to keep her voice calm and collected despite the turmoil raging inside her.
Tilly bit her lip, looking torn between her desire to keep moving forward and her exhaustion. "Yeah, you're right. I can't even think straight anymore," she admitted, rubbing her temples.
Abigail nodded, standing up from her bed and stretching her arms above her head. She felt a wave of dizziness hit her suddenly, her vision swimming before her eyes. She grabbed onto her bedpost for support, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Abigail? Are you okay?” Tilly asked, concern etched on her face as she watched her friend stumble.
“Yeah, I’m just… I didn’t sleep well last night. I think the lack of sleep is catching up with me,” Abigail replied, trying to downplay her sudden weakness.
Tilly’s eyes narrowed, her gaze skeptical. “You sure that’s all it is? You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Abigail waved her hand dismissively, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, Tilly. Really. I just need a little rest. You should go get some sleep too.
I'll be here if you need me." Tilly said, her voice soft with concern as she helped Abigail back onto the bed.
"Thanks, Tilly," Abigail said, already feeling her body relax into the soft mattress. She watched as Tilly grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over her. The simple gesture brought a wave of gratitude, and for a moment, Abigail felt a pang of guilt for having blamed Tilly for this mess.
"Get some rest, Abby. We'll figure this out together," Tilly said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She leaned in and kissed Abigail's forehead gently. "You're not alone in this, okay?
Abigail nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Thanks, Tilly. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Tilly stood up and walked towards the door, pausing before she stepped out. "I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams... or at least, as sweet as they can be." She gave Abigail a small smile before closing the door behind her.
Abigail let out a sigh of relief as she sunk further into her pillow.
She knew Tilly meant well, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease churning in her stomach. She couldn't just lie here and wait, not when her body was aching and her mind was racing. She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off of the constant, gnawing humiliation.
She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her vibrator, the one she usually used to get herself off quickly and quietly. She pulled it out from under her pillow and turned it on, the soft buzz filling the room.
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, knew she should be trying to rest, but the need was too great. She needed release, needed to feel something other than the constant humiliation and shame.
Abigail slipped her hand between her legs, the vibrator pressing against her clit through the thin fabric of her panties. She gasped as the sensation hit her, her body already primed and eager for release. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the heat that was building with each passing moment.
She bit her lip, trying to keep the moan inside as she began to move the vibrator in slow circles, the pleasure building steadily.
Despite herself, she began thinking of Tilly’s face when she’d slipped up and told her about the humiliating things happening to her. She thought about Tilly walking in on her, humping her hand while she licked a toilet.
She pictured Tilly's shocked, judgmental face, and an unexpected surge of arousal hit her. The vibrator slipped lower, pressing against her entrance, and she let out a soft moan.
She quickly covered her mouth with her free hand, worried that Tilly might hear her through the door. She didn't want her friend to know what she was doing, didn't want to give Tilly another reason to judge her.
But as she continued to move the vibrator, the thought of Tilly's disapproval only served to turn her on more. She imagined Tilly watching her, judging her, and it fueled her desire.
She was a bad girl, a dirty slut, and Tilly was there to witness it all. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. Her breathing grew ragged, her body tense as she chased the release she so desperately needed. She couldn't bear the thought of Tilly seeing her like this, but at the same time, the humiliation was intoxicating.
Suddenly, the sound of her phone buzzing on her desk jolted her back to reality. She quickly turned off the vibrator and slipped it back under her pillow, her heart pounding in her chest.
She glanced over at her phone, her eyes widening as she saw Janna's name flash across the screen. She had replied.
Abigail grabbed her phone and swiped open the message, her breath hitching as she read.
Janna: Hey Abby, good to hear from you! I’d be happy to help. Coffee at 7? Meet me at The Grind?
Abigail let out a sigh of relief. She had been worried that Janna might take too long to respond, that the delay might put their entire plan in jeopardy. But now, she had a lead. She could finally start to unravel this mess.
She just had to get through today, through her classes and the constant humiliation that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. She had to keep up appearances, had to act like nothing was wrong. She couldn't let anyone else find out about the spell, not until she had a plan to break it.
Abigail set her alarm for 6 AM and tried to get some sleep, her mind racing with thoughts of what tomorrow might bring. She tossed and turned, her body still aching with unfulfilled desire, but she knew she had to rest. She had to be at her best tomorrow, had to be sharp and focused if she wanted to get to the bottom of this.
She couldn't afford to let the constant humiliation and arousal cloud her judgment. She had to stay strong, had to keep her wits about her if she wanted to break this spell.
It took her a while to fall asleep, her body tense and her mind racing with thoughts of what she would say to Janna, how she would frame the conversation, how she would word her questions. She didn't want to give too much away, didn't want to tip her hand too early. She needed to be subtle, to be smart about this.