"I've decided you're not going to talk your way out of what's coming to you!"
"Please Jon don't punish me, I wouldn't have let you come to any harm. I was just having a little fun." tears started to run down her face.
"I wish you'd just shut up." He passed the comment half-heartedly, but was glad to see Karyn fall silent her mouth opening and closing mutely. Before she clutched her throat in panic. You know you're right a bustier girl would suit that basque, but it doesn't have to be Sarah McMillan.
"You certainly don't look at your best in that outfit, my dear." Jon continued on. "I just wish you had your voice back but were gagged and bound." Karyn started to charge at Jon before the ropes appeared around her body leaving her bound and helpless. He went and locked the door, "So that we're not disturbed."
"I wish your breasts expanded to such a point that even you could only consider them to be 'boobs' rather than some more refined term." Jon smirked when he saw the ropes distend as the magic went to work. Karyn wriggled and squirmed, but remained firmly secured.
Jon stood back to admire his handiwork.
There was something about a bound and gagged woman, that aroused Jon. Her complete helplessness turned Jon on, his blood pulsed loudly in his ears.
"Now that I have you entirely at my mercy, what shall I do??" He teased Karyn with his rhetorical question.
"Oh I know!"
"I wish this was Karyn's normal body and that I had a camera." With a flash of smoke a small digital camera appeared on the bed.
Jon started to snap pictures, "I'm sure your friends will love seeing these."
Karyn unaware that her body image had been reset tried to plead through the gag, mumbling incoherent cries for help and sometimes threats.
"Perhaps I could invite the football team, back here to see you like this." Jon mused.
"Or leave you here and return home alone to the present." Karyn shook her head pathetically 'No', as he outlined that option.
"Heck if I'm feeling charitable I might just leave you here a week." Jon proposed.
"So Karyn how does that sound, you spend a week in the whorehouse?" He looked her straight in the eyes.
She shook her head, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
"So longer than a week? Is that what you want?" Jon piled on the torture.
"Two weeks, Karyn. I didn't realise you were such a lusty girl."
She gave in at that point and nodded her head in consent. Without the stone Jon had all the power.
"I wish I was back home, and that I would return here in two weeks time to see how Karyn is doing." Jon had barely finished speaking before he vanished in a blue flash leaving a bemused and terrified Karyn to faint dead away on the bed.
