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I finally had to cave to my unknowing parents and seek help. I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t want to betray Trish, but this horny bitch wanted my genitals gone, and I’m very much attached to them. With extensive shock therapy, daily meds, massage and the threat of a lobotomy, me, and a team of psychiatrists, managed to lock Trish up in the back of my mind. I’m the only one in control now, but I can feel her testing my defenses. Not only is Trish relentlessly daring, she’s cunning as hell. And now, she’s pissed off. All it will take is one slip-up by me, one missed dose, one missed session, and sensual Trish will be out of the box. This is the story of Trish coming out of that fucking box. CHAPTER ONE: THE SKITZO, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE Yeah, Ally’s a witch. I didn’t mention that in the prologue, because a skitzo boy with a self-mutilating counter-personality seemed like enough of a pill to swallow in four paragraphs. Speaking of which, I need to take my meds. Anyway, in my modern-day America, magic is rare, but not unheard of. In my America, the Salem Witch Trials were justified, the Spanish Inquisition was legitimate, and burning at the stake was practiced regularly in the nineteenth century, (mostly in Alabama). Witches managed to latch themselves to the feminist movement of the fifties, and became a protected class in the late half of the twentieth century. Ally was fortunate to be born during the open-minded year of 2000, where being magical didn’t automatically mark you as a freak. Ally’s power is transformation; she can alter the structure and appearance of organic life. One day, when we were eleven, a drunk BMW driver almost hit me. Were it not for Ally’s quick reflexes and magical powers, I would have died. Ally trimmed the legs off the driver, sending him skidding to the side of the road and into a nearby tree, killing him. Using magic against another person is a serious crime, even if it’s self-defense, or the defense of another. Our parents had enough clout to get a great lawyer and a sympathetic judge, but interracial it wasn’t enough to exonerate her completely. Ally was forced to put on regulators, which are magical inhibitors. She was crushed when they did it. Her identity as a sorceress was stripped from her, and she became just another person. She never admitted it, but I always got the sense she resented me for it. I didn’t know how much it had driven a wedge between us until that fateful August morning, when the regulators came off… “Oh, fuck.” Ally said in a dismayed murmur. The regulators fell from her temples and dropped with a metallic ping lick on the kitchen floor. The wired devices cracked upon their downward impact, sending valuable government property spraying its circuit board-guts all over the white tiles. “I was just adjusting my headband,” Ally said as she stared at the pieces of her court-ordered mental handicap, “I didn’t do it on purpose! Jake; anal they’ll think I tore them off!” “Just sit tight and we’ll call your parole officer,” I said calmingly as I picked up the pieces, “I’m sure this kind of stuff happens all the time; they’ll understand.” “I need to get out of here!” Ally cried, her panic rising as her mind ran through the consequences for regulator removal, “Only a specialist is supposed to be able to take them off. She looked forward anal to the non-stop fucking now. I numbly nodded while reaching into my shirt pocket. “I must say, I’m quite impressed with lick the Gorge. He said my cunt was suitable to be a trash bin. DIAMOND sensual She waved and said. Also, given the nature of this place, it seemed wise to be keep an eye on nocturnal activities. Up until this point I’ve only had sex with three other women in my life and none of them were like Taylor. "Alright, I'll listen though, if I don't like what I hear I will want her removed from this massage realm as quickly as possible. The next week started the same. I made a mental note interracial to phone both. “They’re shinobi , actually… Ever heard of Shinobi Souls? Her protest to the man she was with became more animated. "C' mon and fuck my cunt." A strange look of triumph crossed his face as he pushed that rod into his daughter’s hot pussy. Claire's pussy was getting much wetter than before, and Evan knew that this was the way to go.