Thinking a split second before her nemesis, Tanya blurts out "Never command or ask me to do anything!" The woman looks shocked, as the words "I command you to..." trail off into nothing. Tanya grins and walks from behind the counter. She wipes the cum from her lips. "Lick this clean." she says, extending her finger to the woman. With a frown, the woman extends her tongue and swirls it around the ropelet of jism on Tanya's finger. 'Swallow." she says, casually. She turns away, as she hears a "gulping" sound.
"Now, tell me what I'll have to do to you to make you reverse the curse?" Tanya said, the images of her degradation flashing before her.
"First, you must make me subject to you. Then, you must shame me terribly. Then, you must offer me a release. Finally, I will tell you..." the woman spat out in her thick, Eastern European accent. "Do not think that my Grandmother will treat you kindly for doing such things to me..." she said.
A wicked smile split Tanya's lips. "I think its exactly what your Grandmother wanted. If I miss my geuss, correct me. This slob here gets some free pussy from the girls she curses in the alleys, and she gets a neverending supply of Vodka and maybe his half-hard prick once in awhile; while you walk around here, a slave to her curse as well, constantly proving to her drunk ass that she still has something. Am I wrong?"
The girl's head fell. "...No. You are not wrong."
"Can you really lift the curse?" Tanya asked, taking the girl's chin into her hand.
"No, but I know how to get her to do it." She said. Tanya saw an evil glint in her eye. She didn't trust her, but what other option did she have?
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