"Let me be your slave, Tyler. I'll imprint on you. I trust you more than the Professor anyway."
"W-well I-- Wait. My slave?" Tyler seemed to come to his senses and grabbed Jamie gently by the wrists, pulling her arms out from under his shirt. "Jamie, what are you talking about? You're not a slave."
"But I am," she whined, and writhed sensously under his firm grip. The feel of being restrained by him was driving her crazy. Her bikini vanished, to be replaced by a tight leather corset. "My body and most of my mind were made to serve, Tyler. I need to serve someone, otherwise I could die."
"I thought you were just cursed to have your clothes change," Tyler said. "How can you have more than one curse? I thought that was impossible."
"It's all part of the same curse. I was turned into the perfect slavegirl. I can be whatever you want, Tyler. Please. You have to help me!"
"I don't want to take advantage of you, Jamie. I like you."
"I know! That's why I'm choosing you, Tyler. I don't know how, but I just know you're a good person. I can feel it. You're not taking advantage of me. They were the ones who did that. Sharon and Rick and even the Professor. I didn't get to choose then, but I'm choosing now. Please. Make me your slavegirl and then we can try and figure out what all of this means."
Tyler stared down at her shining eyes and kissable lips. Then he sighed.
"No one told me magic school was going to be this strange."
"No one told me anything about it," Jamie said, laughing a little.
"So how do we do this? Imprint you, I mean."
Her breathing quickened again, and she groaned lustfully. "You just have to let me serve you."
"Serve me?" he asked. He let go of her wrists. "How exactly?"
Jamie grinned devilishly and sank to her knees. She reached up for his zipper.
"Like this."
She slid his zipper slowly down, revealing his almost permanently erect cock. She gasped at the immense size of it, and looked up to his eyes. He gave her a sheepish and almost apologetic look.
The lust was pounding through her now, made even more powerful by the girlish (and sporadically baritone) squeals and half-moos of Manuel, still lost in pleasuring his/herself. With this act, she would get to make the decision for herself. For her, for Jim, and even for Jane.
The Jane part of her was driving her hardest of all at that moment. The desires that had been building up inside of her for so long needed an outlet, but when she'd been imprinted on Professor Cadabrio she found it difficult to indulge herself without him. She wondered if the Professor had done something to her to make her incapable of having true sex if he was not involved. Would the same thing happen with Tyler?
Jamie moaned delightfully as she ran her tongue across the entire length of Tyler's cock. She indulged in the taste of it, and let out a little whimper as her legs suddenly found themselves bound together by a sturdy rod connected to the ankles of a pair of black platform heels that were locked onto her feet.
Her tongue slid under the head of his dick and she opened her mouth as wide as she could in an attempt to fit his enormous penis inside. She felt the magic within her pulse, but whether it was from Tyler's subconscious magic or her own, she couldn't tell. Either way, her jaw seemed to open wider than she would have thought possible, and Tyler's 14-inch dick fit smoothly into her mouth.
"Gumph!" she exclaimed as it pressed into the back of her throat. Tyler's hands reached around to the back of her head, gripping her lightly by the hair. She gagged slightly on him, but found the helplessness of the experience nearly caused her to cum on the spot. She forced herself to push her head forward despite the discomfort, and gagged again.
Tyler let go of her head quickly, thinking she would have to pull back. She did, but only slightly, and took a deep breath before plunging back onto him. His cock was not even halfway in her mouth before she could not get it to go any further, but still she tried, essentially fucking his cock with her mouth.
Tyler's hands went back to her head. At first he rocked her head back and forth in time with her own desperate attempts to engulf him, but before long he was groaning and pulling her head towards him with very little concern for how it might affect Jamie. She loved it all the more. He was using her. That's what she needed more than anything.
"Jamie," Tyler breathed. "Oh, Jamie. So good."
She bobbed up and down on his dick, getting it a little farther down her throat with every plunge. She gagged each time, but the Jane portion of her mind refused to let her pull back. The Jamie portion of her was eager enough thanks to the extremely pent up desires within her, and the Jim portion was swept away with the mindless lust of the other two, unable to put up even a token resistance, and not entirely sure he wanted to if he could.
Soon was pounding into her at a frenzied pace, and an odd sense of pride managed to break through the haze of lust when Jamie felt his balls pressed against her chin. She'd taken the entire length of him down her throat. Her throat felt stretched and full beyond possibility, and some dim part of her realized it probably was. If not for the magic that flowed through them both, could she have ever taken him so deeply, if at all?
"Ungh, Jamie!" Tyler groaned, and suddenly pulled Jamie's head down his shaft completely. Her nose pressed against his pubic hair as she swallowed around the length of him. She reveled in what should have been a humiliating experience. She found herself gripping his legs and holding herself closer to him. When his dick started to convulse she managed to moan around him. He was cumming!
Jet after hot jet of cum sprayed directly down her throat. Each spurt brought a mini-orgasm to her as she held on for dear life, luxuriating in the feel of being a perfect little slavegirl for him. For Tyler. Her chosen Master.
If she'd had any ability to think coherently at that moment, she might have wondered if she made a mistake. She didn't know Tyler, not really. What if she was wrong about him?
But all thoughts vanished from her mind as the last of his cum dribbled down her throat. She whined almost pitifully as he pulled his slowly deflating but still huge cock from her throat, but settled herself to slowly licking up and down its length to clean it thoroughly before they were done.
"Jamie," Tyler gasped, leaning back against the examination table. "That was..."
"Good?" she asked in between licks.
"Doesn't begin to cover it."
She grinned, but remained at her task. Tyler groaned and put a hand against the side of her face.
"You gotta stop," he said. "If I get hard again, it won't go away until I cum inside someone again."
She grinned up at him. "I might be able to help with that."
"So is that it? It worked? You're my...Slave?"
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