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A sadistic witch turns her tomboy rival, into a cute, girly slave-toy. In the process of breaking her, the girl's love for a particular item of clothing flourishes.

(F/f, bondage, smell fetish, socks/stockings, forced feminization, orgasm control, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING
(DISCLAIMER: All Characters are 18+ years old in this story setting)

The five witch friends were relaxing, one a sunny Saturday morning, in their favorite spot, drinking lemonades at chatting about boys. With school out of the way for good, they were now eager to spend some summer fun. "Sooo, how did the date with Matt go?” Cornelia asked Will, with a playfully sly look. "It was ok...” Will responded, kind of underwhelmed, as her four friends were hanging from her words for any "spicy" detail. "We went to the movies, and then for some ice cream, and theeeeen that was it” Will said. "No kiss?! No romantic gesture?!” asked Irma, the more sensitive of the group. "Nothing” Will replied sighing disappointed. Matt Olsen was her big crush ever since her junior year of high-school, but still, he didn't seem to notice her in more than a friendly way. She was a huge fan of his music, going at most of his shows. "I wished he'd see me more as a girl, rather than a friend” Will said. Even though she was 18, Will had left most of puberty behind, but she still hadn't "developed" as much as other girls her age.

The petite redhead was always a bit of a tomboy, never wearing skirts, or make-up, or any jewellery. She liked her style, and hated having to compromise her identity for any boy, but still, it hurt that she wasn't getting the attention she'd like from Matt.

"Don't worry Will, next time will be different. I'm sure Matt needs a little more time” the always polite and comforting Taranee said to her friend. "I hope so...” Will let the conversation die down, slurping her lemonade louder than everyone else.

Some time later, while Irma and Hay Lin were playing with the shop's arcade machine, Will went to the bathroom with Cornelia. Ever since high-school, her blonde friend was an expert on "relationship stuff” and Will needed her advice now more than ever. They entered two neighboring bathroom stalls, safe in the knowledge that no one else was around.

"I just don't know how to approach him, how to get him to notice me” Will said disheartened to Cornelia through the thin wall separating their stalls. At the same time, she was sliding down her pink panties, and sitting on the toilet. Might as well pee while in here.

"Don't think about it too much” advised Cornelia. "I know you're confident when it comes to everything else, just cut yourself some slack, ok?” she heard Cornelia's voice coming from the nearby stall. "Why don't you let me fix your hair a bit, maybe put on some liiipstiiiiiick...?” Cornelia said, despite expecting her friend's reply.

"You know i don't like these sorts of things...” Will was annoyed at the proposition, but also annoyed at herself. She knew trying something different, something that might accentuate her feminine features, might help Matt see her in a more romantic light, like the young woman she very much was. As she stared down at the floor, contemplating, absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't notice the pair of hands, coming magically through the wall, behind her.

"Anyway, i believe in you girl, and if Matt can't see what a catch he's missing, he is an idiot” Cornelia said. Will would have replied with a scream for help, if the hands weren't tightly clenched over her mouth, gagging her. "I mean, you are a cool, pretty girl, you don't deserve having anyone leading you on like that” Cornelia continued her rant, unknown to the fact that her friend was in danger.

"Mmmgg, mmmfff!” the tiniest of moans, couldn't be heard by her friends. Will struggled in vain, feeling the hands pull her, seemingly towards the wall behind her. Her eyes widened as she realized she was being pulled INSIDE the wall, her loose fitting pants and panties still around her ankles. "Will?...Will?” her blonde friend was puzzled by the sudden silence. She got up and out of the stall, and knocked on Will's stall door. "Are you even listening to me?” she knocked again. "Fine, i'm coming in. Don't yell at me if we suddenly become much closer than you'd like” she said, clearly annoyed, and slid the door open. To her shock, the stall was empty, as if her friends had vanished out of thin air.

CHAPTER A: ANKLE HIGH

"Well, well, look who's finally waking up” Will had heard this voice before. As she opened her eyes, the upside-down view of her captor, comfortably sitting in a large, antique style, wooden chair, confirmed her suspicions. It was Nerissa, Looking down at her, in her youthful body. They were in her huge attic, wooden floors, but not much else around her. All focus was on her. Her beautiful legs were crossed and her arms laid on the chairs elaborate, carved arm-rests. She was wearing the same outfit she had when she had once infiltrated Will's high-school, a white, buttoned up shirt, with a purple skirt, and white socks, ending just below her knees.

The teenage brat tried to rotate her head to an upright position, but she discovered she could not. Her head and hands were inside wooden stocks, about a foot from the floor. Turning her head more than 90 degrees was impossible, due to her stocked wrists. Her head was resting on a small wooden plate. She could see the soles of Nerissa's shoes very clearly.

In addition, her naked, slim body was suspended upside down, from a single rope on the ceiling, tied around her ankles. Her knees were also pressed together with rope. She wanted to curse at the dreaded witch so bad, but her attempts were rendered pointless by a long scarf, tightly tied behind her head. Whilst moaning angrily at her captor, Will noticed that something had been stuffed inside her mouth, the piece of cloth keeping it well wedged inside. The feeling of laced cotton on her tongue, made her realize what it might be. "Enjoying your panties, little girl?” asked Nerissa, her on-top leg swaying up and down with a relaxed air of dominance.

Will could only sway in the air from side to side in her bonds, heavily secured by her bondage. The nipples of her still A cup breasts and her tight butt feeling the cold of the room. It was difficult for anyone to feel more vulnerable than her at the moment.

As she scanned the room upside down, Will saw a pile of her clothes, tossed on the floor, a few feet from Nerissa's chair. A pair of loose brown pants, almost like sweat pants. A plain pink t-shirt and a pink hoodie. A pair of sneakers. "You'll have to excuse me, but i had to remove those dreadful clothes you were wearing” Nerissa continued, uninterrupted by the girl's occasional moans.

"Luckily for you, you found someone who's gonna turn you into the epitome of femininity. You won't have to dress like a paper boy anymore. Will's struggling intensified, mad at her inability to do anything to the woman sitting before her.

"For my services, though, i'm going to need some compensation, don't you think? I think turning you into my little plaything will do just fine” she said with an excited smirk. Will's eyes widened, at hearing these words. "Plaything?” she thought. "What does that even mean?" She liked how she looked just fine. She never dressed very girly, it always seemed alien to her.

The long/black haired lass didn't stop her speech for Will's thoughts. "You and i are gonna get to know each other, more... intimately, than any boy you ever wanted to hold your hand, or look you lovingly in the eyes” Nerissa continued twisting the knife. She knew all about Will and her big crush, Matt.

As she stood inches away from her floored victim, Nerissa started removing her purple, 3-inch, chunky heeled, Mary-Jane shoes. She pushed down the back of the heel with the front of her other foot, then did the same to the other shoe with her socked foot. Her socks resembled soccer socks, with two purple, thin lines on the top, although they were much softer to the touch. They definitely were meant for a woman to wear. "Do you like my new socks, Will? I got them just for you. I was wearing them for three days now, in anticipation of your "arrival” hehe” she chuckled, holding off the urge to touch herself. The bound girl shot her a defiant look. "Who cares about your stupid socks, you filthy old witch!” Will thought to herself, trying in vain to pull herself off the stocks, her nostrils flaring with rage.

She could smell the dirty soles of Nerissa's feet without any further help, but the young woman teasingly lowered her feet, until they rested on the girl's face. "MMMMMMMMMm” the girl protested. The smell was awful and intense! Will tried to swift her face anywhere to avoid being smothered by Nerissa's stinky feet. The girl had no problem keeping up with the slightest movements, the only ones the girl could achieve, in her secured state. The wooden base that supported her head was now also trapping it under her captor's feet.

"Come on...they can't be that bad!” the girl joked, making sure to have her socked feet hover, only millimeters away from the girl's nose, keeping them pressed against her face, but without fully asphyxiating her. After all, if the girl could not inhale, she could not get that sweet-sweet sock-scent into her nostrils. Nerissa wanted the little bitch to truly "savor" her gift. Gagged with her own panties, the young redhead could only inhale through her nose, taking in big whiffs of Nerissa's dirty socks. All the while the smug witch was sitting comfortably in her antique chair, like a queen, toying with a poor peasant that had dared cross her.

Once she got bored of her little smelly game, Nerissa found another for her new little toy. She pushed her chair a little further towards Will, and without much warning, pinched the girl's nose shut, with her perfectly manicured fingers. Will didn't not expect the assault, striving to shake her head as violently as she could, to avoid the smothering hands.

"Uh-uh-uh, don't you go anywhere” smiled Nerissa, grabbing a good handful of the girl's hair, immobilizing her even more. The once loud and externalized moans of the girl had now subsided to internal ones, coming from within her throat. Will was not good at keeping her breath for long, and Nerissa was already 30 seconds into it. She tried to claw her way out her predicament, but her thin hands were far off Nerissa's reach. "Stop it! I'll say when you're free to breath” Nerissa scolded her riled up victim. The little brat would breathe when she deemed.

Will thought she would burst, there was no oxygen left in her lungs. Finally, her nemesis removed her hands from her, letting the girl greedily suck in air with the nose. "That was a little demonstration of your position, in relation to mine” Nerissa said, looking down at her toy. "I will do anything i want with you, and i expect you to fully accept it, whatever it might be".

The evil witch tormented the girl for a good while, having a blast. She liked suffocating her for increasing amounts of time, pinching the girl's nose with her index and thumb, watching the change in the color of her face, and the increase in Will's panic, at the last few seconds. 55 seconds, then 60, then 65. She managed to break the 1.5-minute mark. Well...Will did, with the witch’s "guidance".

"I'm tired” Nerissa yawned, ready for bed-time. "I'll leave you with a welcoming gift” she said, and started pulling her white, over-worn socks. "You got acquainted with the outside of my socks, now, but you didn’t get a taste of the inside” she said, then proceeded to pull the stretchy sock, over Will's face, until the part that was in contact with Nerissa's feet for days, was now pressed over the redhead’s face. Will thought she would faint. The woman took the second sock, and after wrapping in around her head, nesting over her nose, she tied it neatly behind the wooden headrest. If Will could somewhat swift her head before, she was even more powerless now.

Nerissa left the girl with no choice but to breathe in her feet's fumes, then headed off to bed, not before taking the girl's bundled clothes and tossing them in the garbage.

"Sooo...she just disappeared out of thin air?” Irma asked, dumbfounded. "I'm telling you!” Cornelia repeated. “She was with me, and then a moment later...poof".
The 4 girls started suspecting that more than human resources were at play here. "We have to find Will” Hay Lin said, determined. "No matter what” Taranee added. "I just hope she's ok” Cornelia said with a worried look.

Will was far from ok. After the awful night she'd been through, barely getting any sleep, with the scent of Nerissa's dirty socks a constant torment, she now found herself cleaned and strapped in a make-up chair, albeit a more elaborate version. For one, this particular chair had arm and leg rests. On the edge of each rest, was a metal shield, designed to rotate and lock over a person's fingers and toes, trapping them securely via a simple screw on each “nub”.

Additionally, a PVC collar attached to the chair, held the girl's neck securely, while a metal bar of adjustable length with a U-shaped chin-holder on its top, held the girl's head still, exactly where Nerissa wanted it. Finally, a medical gag was wedged behind her teeth and its screws turned to the desired size. It forced the girl’s mouth to open wide. Put it simply, the feisty ginger girl wasn't going anywhere.

"Let's start with your nails, which look horrific” Nerissa, dressed in her silk, long purple dress, commented. She took a nail file, out of a drawer full of beauty tools, and wasted no time. "AAAaaah” the sensation was very rough for Will, sending ugly shivers down her spine. She felt like someone was scratching nails against a green-board. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't pull her fingers away from Nerissa's "care". After 15 minutes of meticulous work, Nerissa was ready for the next step.

She produced two bottles of girly-pink, nail polish, specially made to be removed only with a special thinner, which would of course be out of her plaything's reach. "I hope you like the color, cause it's not coming off for quite a while” Nerissa informed her captive, if only to watch her shocked reaction. As the black haired woman dipped the tiny brush inside the pink bottle, Will was already breathing heavily, saliva dripping from her sore jaw. "Tch, tch, show some respect, a lady never drools like that” Nerissa chuckled at her own silly joke.

She cheerfully began applying the polish to each fingernail. After getting bored with the first few fingers, she motioned her hands, and the objects sprang magically to life, suspended in the air! Without any need for guidance, the brushes worked simultaneously on each respective hand, finishing up with Will's fingers, before repeating the same process on the girl's toenails, giving her a pedicure other women would pay good money for. Will on the other hand, hated every second of it. She was already thinking if she could chew the polish off, given a chance.

Next, it was time for Will’s hair, which was always brushed on the sides, for convenience. "Let's do something more… interesting” Nerissa said, running her hands on the girl's ginger-red hair. Each strand she run her fingers across, turned into a black color, much to Will's surprise. She always liked her red hair, and had never thought of changing their color, or shape. Nerissa similarly dyed the rest of the hair a pink color, giving her black colored hair pink highlights. She then motioned for her trusty magical scissors to take charge, giving the teenager straight bangs, before pulling her hair into two cute, wavy pigtails, sticking out from above her ears. The witch then used her enchanted flying curling iron to make the pigtails nice and wavy. Will’s hair wasn't as long as she wanted for the pigtails to go below her shoulders, so she used some of her magical powers, to lengthen the girl's hair.

"There, that's how it should look" she reassured the girl satisfied, as if Will cared for any of this. If she wasn't restrained and unable to speak, she could block each of these mundane spells with ease. But now, that they were cast on her, there was no way for her to reverse them, even if she did have her freedom back.

Her make-up was next, that one, also removable with a special concoction, made by the crafty witch. Apart from the make-up, brightening up her face, Nerissa gave the girl pouty, red lips, meticulously tracing the lipstick, and then the lip-gloss over Will's lips, currently forced into an O-shape by the spreader gag. Turning her face totally girly, was a thing too fun to just let her instruments do it for her, so Nerissa relished the process.

As she moved on, the girl's lip-gloss was followed by her rose cheeks, and the necessary mascara. Will was on the verge of tears throughout the "make-over” as Nerissa playfully called it, but she tried to stay tough. She was always a tough cookie to break, and she wasn't going to give her enemy that satisfaction.
When her eyelashes were magically enlarged, giving her an overly feminine, snow-white type of look, she was finally ready. Nerissa brought a round mirror in front of the girl, who couldn't believe she was looking at herself! "I look...unrecognizable!” thought Will, shifting between shocked looks at her captor and her reflection.

The girl's spirit looked shuttered. If her bonds would let her, she would crumble from her chair to the ground. "I'm so proud of you! Your first make-over!" Nerissa was genuinely delighted. "Because you were such a good girl today, i'll give a reward” she said. Will didn't know what could make up for this, other than having everything reversed. The chair-tied girl watched, as the taller woman produced a cordless, Hitachi-style vibrator, taping the holder so that the vibrating head nested snuggly between the girls' thighs. It was making some firm contact with Will’s “flower”. “I'm not done yet” Nerissa explained, producing a pair of black, thigh-high stockings. They looked a little too small to belong to her. "These are your new stockings. I expect you to wear them often, so i want you to feel...close to them” she said with a hidden meaning. "We won't need this” she continued, turning the screws of the medical gag and pulling it off the girl’s mouth.

"You bitch, what have you done to me? Let me go! The other girls will be looking for me!” Will rushed to speak while she had the chance. "I know, i don't really care” Nerissa replied with beaming confidence, before shoving the one half of the stockings inside her mouth. "MMMmmmmphh,lllllt mmmmm gggggg!" was all Will could utter again, as Nerissa shut her up with numerous coils of duct tape, wrapped around and between the girl's teeth and glossy lips, packing the nylon fabric deep inside her mouth and squeezing her rosy cheeks. "Don't worry, it won't ruin your make-up” she said, taking the second stocking and placing it right over the girl's nose. She then produced a final item, a rectangular white scarf and tied it over the girl's nose and mouth, securing the balled-up stocking against the girl's nostrils. Even if Will could shake her head, there was little to no chance to dislodge the over-the-nose gag, never mind now with her chair’s collar on.

Immediately, Will's nostrils were met with the distinct smell of nylon, the fabric pressing against her nostrils. But, contrary to what she anticipated, this pair was new, clean, untouched. Will definitely wasn't feeling like she was being tortured. It wasn't like yesterday. The stockings actually... smelled wonderful! The perfume Nerissa had sprayed them with had a strong aphrodisiac in it, unbeknownst to the girl. The girl already had a dizzy, high feeling, of the fumes. Then, Nerissa flipped the switch on the vibrator.

At once, Will tensed up, as if someone had plugged her body into an electrical socket. The feeling between her legs was intense and her pulsating pussy loved it, even though Will detested what was taking place without her consent. "Mmmmmmm!” involuntary moans of pleasure escaped the teen's sealed lips.

"Well look at that, you're a natural little whore, after all” Nerissa teased her bound witch-toy. The sensation was amazing! Will's brave, defiant persona had gone bye-bye. With the great help of the aphrodisiac fumes, the girl surprised even herself with an orgasm within the first few minutes. And it all happened while she was completely restrained, sniffing her new stockings.

Nerissa smiled, and turned the vibrator's setting to max. Before she left the room, she turned to her shivering victim and said "I don't like Will, it's like a boy's name. I think i'll call you.....Cindy...nice, girly name..."

Will Vandom had lost track of time. She had orgasmed, god knows how many times. She was squirming like a snake under a boot, the once powerful witch and leader of the Guardians of Kandracar, now reduced to a puddle of mess and bodily fluids. The taste of the nylon fabric on her tongue, its intoxicating smell, it was all she could experience, along with the stimulating ride she was given on her make-up chair. When Nerissa returned to get her, the young girl was a sweaty, cum-drunk mess.

"Time to dress you up, Cindy...” Nerissa said to the quivering puddle of nerves that was Will. She unstrapped her from the chair, and took her to her bedroom. It was a spacious room, with a queen size bed, with elaborate wooden bed-posts on all four corners, and dark blue, velvet covers. The house had the same, classical aesthetic she had seen earlier. The girl spotted a cage on the corner of the room. It looked big enough for a large dog. "There is your room” notified Nerissa. Before the girl could come to her senses, she felt a black leather collar, surround her neck, then buckled. She never saw the word Cindy, engraved on the collar with pink, calligraphic letters.

"This is your new attire, go on... get dressed” the witch pointed on her bed. All Will could see was a pair of pink, thigh-high socks, with large, white stripes across them. In front of them, on the floor, were waiting a pair of black, 5-inch Mary Jane heels. The girl stumbled her way towards her new "outfit".

Reluctantly, the girl obeyed her captor's orders, slowly pulling the socks all the way up, until their top reached the middle of her thin thighs. She then wore the dreaded heels, buckling the tiny strap in place. "Up you go, on your feet” Nerissa signaled the girl to rise from the bed. But Will was too afraid; she knew she couldn't possible balance on these stilt-like shoes. She had never worn heels before, not even the smaller ones. On top of that, her legs were already shaky from the orgasm-roller coaster she was on earlier.

"Don't be shy, here, i'll help you” the dominant woman stood next to Will. It was very weird, needing your captor's help, but Will was in no shape to attempt an escape, or go against Nerissa wishes. So she took her hand, making tremendously slow steps, her ankles constantly ready to snap, her feet shaking. "You'll get used to them” Nerissa comforted her, as she led her half-naked victim into her cage. She lowered Will's head to pass through the entrance, then locked "Cindy" inside. The frightened girl discovered her cage to be empty, except for a bowl filled with water. The cage's floor was also covered with a softer pad, something she was glad for. The bowl also had the word "Cindy" written on it.

Will felt so humiliated, forced to stay inside a cage. But she was too exhausted to protest, and soon she was dead asleep, while Nerissa slept like a baby in her huge, comfy bed, dressed in a silky baby-doll.

Description
A sadistic witch turns her tomboy rival, into a cute, girly slave-toy. In the process of breaking her, the girl's love for a particular item of clothing flourishes.

(F/f, bondage, smell fetish, socks/stockings, forced feminization, orgasm control, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING
(DISCLAIMER: All Characters are 18+ years old in this story setting)

The five witch friends were relaxing, one a sunny Saturday morning, in their favorite spot, drinking lemonades at chatting about boys. With school out of the way for good, they were now eager to spend some summer fun. "Sooo, how did the date with Matt go?” Cornelia asked Will, with a playfully sly look. "It was ok...” Will responded, kind of underwhelmed, as her four friends were hanging from her words for any "spicy" detail. "We went to the movies, and then for some ice cream, and theeeeen that was it” Will said. "No kiss?! No romantic gesture?!” asked Irma, the more sensitive of the group. "Nothing” Will replied sighing disappointed. Matt Olsen was her big crush ever since her junior year of high-school, but still, he didn't seem to notice her in more than a friendly way. She was a huge fan of his music, going at most of his shows. "I wished he'd see me more as a girl, rather than a friend” Will said. Even though she was 18, Will had left most of puberty behind, but she still hadn't "developed" as much as other girls her age.

The petite redhead was always a bit of a tomboy, never wearing skirts, or make-up, or any jewellery. She liked her style, and hated having to compromise her identity for any boy, but still, it hurt that she wasn't getting the attention she'd like from Matt.

"Don't worry Will, next time will be different. I'm sure Matt needs a little more time” the always polite and comforting Taranee said to her friend. "I hope so...” Will let the conversation die down, slurping her lemonade louder than everyone else.

Some time later, while Irma and Hay Lin were playing with the shop's arcade machine, Will went to the bathroom with Cornelia. Ever since high-school, her blonde friend was an expert on "relationship stuff” and Will needed her advice now more than ever. They entered two neighboring bathroom stalls, safe in the knowledge that no one else was around.

"I just don't know how to approach him, how to get him to notice me” Will said disheartened to Cornelia through the thin wall separating their stalls. At the same time, she was sliding down her pink panties, and sitting on the toilet. Might as well pee while in here.

"Don't think about it too much” advised Cornelia. "I know you're confident when it comes to everything else, just cut yourself some slack, ok?” she heard Cornelia's voice coming from the nearby stall. "Why don't you let me fix your hair a bit, maybe put on some liiipstiiiiiick...?” Cornelia said, despite expecting her friend's reply.

"You know i don't like these sorts of things...” Will was annoyed at the proposition, but also annoyed at herself. She knew trying something different, something that might accentuate her feminine features, might help Matt see her in a more romantic light, like the young woman she very much was. As she stared down at the floor, contemplating, absorbed in her thoughts, she didn't notice the pair of hands, coming magically through the wall, behind her.

"Anyway, i believe in you girl, and if Matt can't see what a catch he's missing, he is an idiot” Cornelia said. Will would have replied with a scream for help, if the hands weren't tightly clenched over her mouth, gagging her. "I mean, you are a cool, pretty girl, you don't deserve having anyone leading you on like that” Cornelia continued her rant, unknown to the fact that her friend was in danger.

"Mmmgg, mmmfff!” the tiniest of moans, couldn't be heard by her friends. Will struggled in vain, feeling the hands pull her, seemingly towards the wall behind her. Her eyes widened as she realized she was being pulled INSIDE the wall, her loose fitting pants and panties still around her ankles. "Will?...Will?” her blonde friend was puzzled by the sudden silence. She got up and out of the stall, and knocked on Will's stall door. "Are you even listening to me?” she knocked again. "Fine, i'm coming in. Don't yell at me if we suddenly become much closer than you'd like” she said, clearly annoyed, and slid the door open. To her shock, the stall was empty, as if her friends had vanished out of thin air.

CHAPTER A: ANKLE HIGH

"Well, well, look who's finally waking up” Will had heard this voice before. As she opened her eyes, the upside-down view of her captor, comfortably sitting in a large, antique style, wooden chair, confirmed her suspicions. It was Nerissa, Looking down at her, in her youthful body. They were in her huge attic, wooden floors, but not much else around her. All focus was on her. Her beautiful legs were crossed and her arms laid on the chairs elaborate, carved arm-rests. She was wearing the same outfit she had when she had once infiltrated Will's high-school, a white, buttoned up shirt, with a purple skirt, and white socks, ending just below her knees.

The teenage brat tried to rotate her head to an upright position, but she discovered she could not. Her head and hands were inside wooden stocks, about a foot from the floor. Turning her head more than 90 degrees was impossible, due to her stocked wrists. Her head was resting on a small wooden plate. She could see the soles of Nerissa's shoes very clearly.

In addition, her naked, slim body was suspended upside down, from a single rope on the ceiling, tied around her ankles. Her knees were also pressed together with rope. She wanted to curse at the dreaded witch so bad, but her attempts were rendered pointless by a long scarf, tightly tied behind her head. Whilst moaning angrily at her captor, Will noticed that something had been stuffed inside her mouth, the piece of cloth keeping it well wedged inside. The feeling of laced cotton on her tongue, made her realize what it might be. "Enjoying your panties, little girl?” asked Nerissa, her on-top leg swaying up and down with a relaxed air of dominance.

Will could only sway in the air from side to side in her bonds, heavily secured by her bondage. The nipples of her still A cup breasts and her tight butt feeling the cold of the room. It was difficult for anyone to feel more vulnerable than her at the moment.

As she scanned the room upside down, Will saw a pile of her clothes, tossed on the floor, a few feet from Nerissa's chair. A pair of loose brown pants, almost like sweat pants. A plain pink t-shirt and a pink hoodie. A pair of sneakers. "You'll have to excuse me, but i had to remove those dreadful clothes you were wearing” Nerissa continued, uninterrupted by the girl's occasional moans.

"Luckily for you, you found someone who's gonna turn you into the epitome of femininity. You won't have to dress like a paper boy anymore. Will's struggling intensified, mad at her inability to do anything to the woman sitting before her.

"For my services, though, i'm going to need some compensation, don't you think? I think turning you into my little plaything will do just fine” she said with an excited smirk. Will's eyes widened, at hearing these words. "Plaything?” she thought. "What does that even mean?" She liked how she looked just fine. She never dressed very girly, it always seemed alien to her.

The long/black haired lass didn't stop her speech for Will's thoughts. "You and i are gonna get to know each other, more... intimately, than any boy you ever wanted to hold your hand, or look you lovingly in the eyes” Nerissa continued twisting the knife. She knew all about Will and her big crush, Matt.

As she stood inches away from her floored victim, Nerissa started removing her purple, 3-inch, chunky heeled, Mary-Jane shoes. She pushed down the back of the heel with the front of her other foot, then did the same to the other shoe with her socked foot. Her socks resembled soccer socks, with two purple, thin lines on the top, although they were much softer to the touch. They definitely were meant for a woman to wear. "Do you like my new socks, Will? I got them just for you. I was wearing them for three days now, in anticipation of your "arrival” hehe” she chuckled, holding off the urge to touch herself. The bound girl shot her a defiant look. "Who cares about your stupid socks, you filthy old witch!” Will thought to herself, trying in vain to pull herself off the stocks, her nostrils flaring with rage.

She could smell the dirty soles of Nerissa's feet without any further help, but the young woman teasingly lowered her feet, until they rested on the girl's face. "MMMMMMMMMm” the girl protested. The smell was awful and intense! Will tried to swift her face anywhere to avoid being smothered by Nerissa's stinky feet. The girl had no problem keeping up with the slightest movements, the only ones the girl could achieve, in her secured state. The wooden base that supported her head was now also trapping it under her captor's feet.

"Come on...they can't be that bad!” the girl joked, making sure to have her socked feet hover, only millimeters away from the girl's nose, keeping them pressed against her face, but without fully asphyxiating her. After all, if the girl could not inhale, she could not get that sweet-sweet sock-scent into her nostrils. Nerissa wanted the little bitch to truly "savor" her gift. Gagged with her own panties, the young redhead could only inhale through her nose, taking in big whiffs of Nerissa's dirty socks. All the while the smug witch was sitting comfortably in her antique chair, like a queen, toying with a poor peasant that had dared cross her.

Once she got bored of her little smelly game, Nerissa found another for her new little toy. She pushed her chair a little further towards Will, and without much warning, pinched the girl's nose shut, with her perfectly manicured fingers. Will didn't not expect the assault, striving to shake her head as violently as she could, to avoid the smothering hands.

"Uh-uh-uh, don't you go anywhere” smiled Nerissa, grabbing a good handful of the girl's hair, immobilizing her even more. The once loud and externalized moans of the girl had now subsided to internal ones, coming from within her throat. Will was not good at keeping her breath for long, and Nerissa was already 30 seconds into it. She tried to claw her way out her predicament, but her thin hands were far off Nerissa's reach. "Stop it! I'll say when you're free to breath” Nerissa scolded her riled up victim. The little brat would breathe when she deemed.

Will thought she would burst, there was no oxygen left in her lungs. Finally, her nemesis removed her hands from her, letting the girl greedily suck in air with the nose. "That was a little demonstration of your position, in relation to mine” Nerissa said, looking down at her toy. "I will do anything i want with you, and i expect you to fully accept it, whatever it might be".

The evil witch tormented the girl for a good while, having a blast. She liked suffocating her for increasing amounts of time, pinching the girl's nose with her index and thumb, watching the change in the color of her face, and the increase in Will's panic, at the last few seconds. 55 seconds, then 60, then 65. She managed to break the 1.5-minute mark. Well...Will did, with the witch’s "guidance".

"I'm tired” Nerissa yawned, ready for bed-time. "I'll leave you with a welcoming gift” she said, and started pulling her white, over-worn socks. "You got acquainted with the outside of my socks, now, but you didn’t get a taste of the inside” she said, then proceeded to pull the stretchy sock, over Will's face, until the part that was in contact with Nerissa's feet for days, was now pressed over the redhead’s face. Will thought she would faint. The woman took the second sock, and after wrapping in around her head, nesting over her nose, she tied it neatly behind the wooden headrest. If Will could somewhat swift her head before, she was even more powerless now.

Nerissa left the girl with no choice but to breathe in her feet's fumes, then headed off to bed, not before taking the girl's bundled clothes and tossing them in the garbage.

"Sooo...she just disappeared out of thin air?” Irma asked, dumbfounded. "I'm telling you!” Cornelia repeated. “She was with me, and then a moment later...poof".
The 4 girls started suspecting that more than human resources were at play here. "We have to find Will” Hay Lin said, determined. "No matter what” Taranee added. "I just hope she's ok” Cornelia said with a worried look.

Will was far from ok. After the awful night she'd been through, barely getting any sleep, with the scent of Nerissa's dirty socks a constant torment, she now found herself cleaned and strapped in a make-up chair, albeit a more elaborate version. For one, this particular chair had arm and leg rests. On the edge of each rest, was a metal shield, designed to rotate and lock over a person's fingers and toes, trapping them securely via a simple screw on each “nub”.

Additionally, a PVC collar attached to the chair, held the girl's neck securely, while a metal bar of adjustable length with a U-shaped chin-holder on its top, held the girl's head still, exactly where Nerissa wanted it. Finally, a medical gag was wedged behind her teeth and its screws turned to the desired size. It forced the girl’s mouth to open wide. Put it simply, the feisty ginger girl wasn't going anywhere.

"Let's start with your nails, which look horrific” Nerissa, dressed in her silk, long purple dress, commented. She took a nail file, out of a drawer full of beauty tools, and wasted no time. "AAAaaah” the sensation was very rough for Will, sending ugly shivers down her spine. She felt like someone was scratching nails against a green-board. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't pull her fingers away from Nerissa's "care". After 15 minutes of meticulous work, Nerissa was ready for the next step.

She produced two bottles of girly-pink, nail polish, specially made to be removed only with a special thinner, which would of course be out of her plaything's reach. "I hope you like the color, cause it's not coming off for quite a while” Nerissa informed her captive, if only to watch her shocked reaction. As the black haired woman dipped the tiny brush inside the pink bottle, Will was already breathing heavily, saliva dripping from her sore jaw. "Tch, tch, show some respect, a lady never drools like that” Nerissa chuckled at her own silly joke.

She cheerfully began applying the polish to each fingernail. After getting bored with the first few fingers, she motioned her hands, and the objects sprang magically to life, suspended in the air! Without any need for guidance, the brushes worked simultaneously on each respective hand, finishing up with Will's fingers, before repeating the same process on the girl's toenails, giving her a pedicure other women would pay good money for. Will on the other hand, hated every second of it. She was already thinking if she could chew the polish off, given a chance.

Next, it was time for Will’s hair, which was always brushed on the sides, for convenience. "Let's do something more… interesting” Nerissa said, running her hands on the girl's ginger-red hair. Each strand she run her fingers across, turned into a black color, much to Will's surprise. She always liked her red hair, and had never thought of changing their color, or shape. Nerissa similarly dyed the rest of the hair a pink color, giving her black colored hair pink highlights. She then motioned for her trusty magical scissors to take charge, giving the teenager straight bangs, before pulling her hair into two cute, wavy pigtails, sticking out from above her ears. The witch then used her enchanted flying curling iron to make the pigtails nice and wavy. Will’s hair wasn't as long as she wanted for the pigtails to go below her shoulders, so she used some of her magical powers, to lengthen the girl's hair.

"There, that's how it should look" she reassured the girl satisfied, as if Will cared for any of this. If she wasn't restrained and unable to speak, she could block each of these mundane spells with ease. But now, that they were cast on her, there was no way for her to reverse them, even if she did have her freedom back.

Her make-up was next, that one, also removable with a special concoction, made by the crafty witch. Apart from the make-up, brightening up her face, Nerissa gave the girl pouty, red lips, meticulously tracing the lipstick, and then the lip-gloss over Will's lips, currently forced into an O-shape by the spreader gag. Turning her face totally girly, was a thing too fun to just let her instruments do it for her, so Nerissa relished the process.

As she moved on, the girl's lip-gloss was followed by her rose cheeks, and the necessary mascara. Will was on the verge of tears throughout the "make-over” as Nerissa playfully called it, but she tried to stay tough. She was always a tough cookie to break, and she wasn't going to give her enemy that satisfaction.
When her eyelashes were magically enlarged, giving her an overly feminine, snow-white type of look, she was finally ready. Nerissa brought a round mirror in front of the girl, who couldn't believe she was looking at herself! "I look...unrecognizable!” thought Will, shifting between shocked looks at her captor and her reflection.

The girl's spirit looked shuttered. If her bonds would let her, she would crumble from her chair to the ground. "I'm so proud of you! Your first make-over!" Nerissa was genuinely delighted. "Because you were such a good girl today, i'll give a reward” she said. Will didn't know what could make up for this, other than having everything reversed. The chair-tied girl watched, as the taller woman produced a cordless, Hitachi-style vibrator, taping the holder so that the vibrating head nested snuggly between the girls' thighs. It was making some firm contact with Will’s “flower”. “I'm not done yet” Nerissa explained, producing a pair of black, thigh-high stockings. They looked a little too small to belong to her. "These are your new stockings. I expect you to wear them often, so i want you to feel...close to them” she said with a hidden meaning. "We won't need this” she continued, turning the screws of the medical gag and pulling it off the girl’s mouth.

"You bitch, what have you done to me? Let me go! The other girls will be looking for me!” Will rushed to speak while she had the chance. "I know, i don't really care” Nerissa replied with beaming confidence, before shoving the one half of the stockings inside her mouth. "MMMmmmmphh,lllllt mmmmm gggggg!" was all Will could utter again, as Nerissa shut her up with numerous coils of duct tape, wrapped around and between the girl's teeth and glossy lips, packing the nylon fabric deep inside her mouth and squeezing her rosy cheeks. "Don't worry, it won't ruin your make-up” she said, taking the second stocking and placing it right over the girl's nose. She then produced a final item, a rectangular white scarf and tied it over the girl's nose and mouth, securing the balled-up stocking against the girl's nostrils. Even if Will could shake her head, there was little to no chance to dislodge the over-the-nose gag, never mind now with her chair’s collar on.

Immediately, Will's nostrils were met with the distinct smell of nylon, the fabric pressing against her nostrils. But, contrary to what she anticipated, this pair was new, clean, untouched. Will definitely wasn't feeling like she was being tortured. It wasn't like yesterday. The stockings actually... smelled wonderful! The perfume Nerissa had sprayed them with had a strong aphrodisiac in it, unbeknownst to the girl. The girl already had a dizzy, high feeling, of the fumes. Then, Nerissa flipped the switch on the vibrator.

At once, Will tensed up, as if someone had plugged her body into an electrical socket. The feeling between her legs was intense and her pulsating pussy loved it, even though Will detested what was taking place without her consent. "Mmmmmmm!” involuntary moans of pleasure escaped the teen's sealed lips.

"Well look at that, you're a natural little whore, after all” Nerissa teased her bound witch-toy. The sensation was amazing! Will's brave, defiant persona had gone bye-bye. With the great help of the aphrodisiac fumes, the girl surprised even herself with an orgasm within the first few minutes. And it all happened while she was completely restrained, sniffing her new stockings.

Nerissa smiled, and turned the vibrator's setting to max. Before she left the room, she turned to her shivering victim and said "I don't like Will, it's like a boy's name. I think i'll call you.....Cindy...nice, girly name..."

Will Vandom had lost track of time. She had orgasmed, god knows how many times. She was squirming like a snake under a boot, the once powerful witch and leader of the Guardians of Kandracar, now reduced to a puddle of mess and bodily fluids. The taste of the nylon fabric on her tongue, its intoxicating smell, it was all she could experience, along with the stimulating ride she was given on her make-up chair. When Nerissa returned to get her, the young girl was a sweaty, cum-drunk mess.

"Time to dress you up, Cindy...” Nerissa said to the quivering puddle of nerves that was Will. She unstrapped her from the chair, and took her to her bedroom. It was a spacious room, with a queen size bed, with elaborate wooden bed-posts on all four corners, and dark blue, velvet covers. The house had the same, classical aesthetic she had seen earlier. The girl spotted a cage on the corner of the room. It looked big enough for a large dog. "There is your room” notified Nerissa. Before the girl could come to her senses, she felt a black leather collar, surround her neck, then buckled. She never saw the word Cindy, engraved on the collar with pink, calligraphic letters.

"This is your new attire, go on... get dressed” the witch pointed on her bed. All Will could see was a pair of pink, thigh-high socks, with large, white stripes across them. In front of them, on the floor, were waiting a pair of black, 5-inch Mary Jane heels. The girl stumbled her way towards her new "outfit".

Reluctantly, the girl obeyed her captor's orders, slowly pulling the socks all the way up, until their top reached the middle of her thin thighs. She then wore the dreaded heels, buckling the tiny strap in place. "Up you go, on your feet” Nerissa signaled the girl to rise from the bed. But Will was too afraid; she knew she couldn't possible balance on these stilt-like shoes. She had never worn heels before, not even the smaller ones. On top of that, her legs were already shaky from the orgasm-roller coaster she was on earlier.

"Don't be shy, here, i'll help you” the dominant woman stood next to Will. It was very weird, needing your captor's help, but Will was in no shape to attempt an escape, or go against Nerissa wishes. So she took her hand, making tremendously slow steps, her ankles constantly ready to snap, her feet shaking. "You'll get used to them” Nerissa comforted her, as she led her half-naked victim into her cage. She lowered Will's head to pass through the entrance, then locked "Cindy" inside. The frightened girl discovered her cage to be empty, except for a bowl filled with water. The cage's floor was also covered with a softer pad, something she was glad for. The bowl also had the word "Cindy" written on it.

Will felt so humiliated, forced to stay inside a cage. But she was too exhausted to protest, and soon she was dead asleep, while Nerissa slept like a baby in her huge, comfy bed, dressed in a silky baby-doll.