Toil and Trouble- Ogle her

From Create Your Own Story

Still tense and uncertain, you're not exactly ready to trust this woman. Even so, you are unable to disobey your natural impulses. As much as you'd care to deny it, looking at this scary lady was extremely comforting. Your eyes glided deliberately around her soft body, following every sexy curve. Her black cloak made it a point to perfectly tighten around her figure, except for the hem, which danced in the wind and subtly revealed her luscious legs. Her eyes, though frighteningly cold before, were hauntingly pale and quite honestly beautiful. You could barely believe to be standing in front of such a perfectly crafted creature.

She looks down at the ground, blushing. You realize your lustful staring was a tad more obvious than you'd hoped. To your surprise, she just smiles back at you.

"Well, honey, it wouldn't take a forest sprite to see how obviously you're infatuated with me. Don't worry, I'm quite experienced at how you boys function. I don't mind one bit." Her silky voice gives you the chills. Your whole body quivers at her words. "We don't have to keep talking, if you'd like. I can make time for you to just keep looking at my body until you're ready to talk more." She moves her hips gently from side to side, taking delight in seeing you ogle her form. She gives you free reign to analyze every part of her body, from the swell of her breasts to the bends of her waist.

Suddenly, she removes her hand from her chest, revealing a tiny object in her palm. She holds up the item to give you a better view, and you squint to make out the shape of a tiny doll. It was a simple, faceless doll, and it was extremely eery to see something so strange. "Look, little one," she coos. "This is your new home..."

What did she mean by that? The feeling of dread you'd felt before had returned. Not wanting to know what she meant by "your new home", you immediately try to run.

But then you realize that you can't move.

You try and try, with every part of your being, but are dismayed to see that you cannot move any part of your body no matter how hard you try to command your limbs to move. You are completely petrified, stuck to staring at the lady's body. All of a sudden, her whole demeanor changed. She walks toward you with an evil confidence, her heels still somehow clacking on the dirt ground. As she nears you, she towers over you so that the only things you may see are her bountiful breasts and the horrible little doll she is holding in front of them.

"Don't be afraid. It will be frightening, but just keep looking at my body. See how it affects your little male brain, how much my breasts and thighs make you happy. I honestly wish you would have been a more interesting prey than just another boy perving over a lady... but you don't have to be afraid anymore..."

You still have no idea what she is talking about and your overwhelming fear had hit its peak. Seeing no other option, you just do what she says and stare at her body. The doll begins to shake in the most vile, horrifying way, and all of a sudden you begin to feel... drained. As if the breath in your lungs was being sucked out. And just as you try to desperately suck in the last gasp of air, everything goes black.

Suddenly, you see her smiling face again. Her sweet, luscious lips smack on your forehead as she cradles you in her palm. All you are aware of now is the shelf onto which she had placed you in her bedroom, where she undresses and sleeps night after night. This is your new home.

Oh, well. At least she gives you a free strip show every night when she goes to bed.

THE END