A Broken PromiseBy Krael"You have to admit, she is hot." Steve said matter-of-factly. "Whether you likeher or not is beside the point altogether."Heath hunched his shoulders and frowned. Steve could be so unbearable when heknew your weak spots. "You don't have to live with her." Heath grumped. "She'sso nosy. She always has to know where I'm going, what I'm doing and why I'mdoing it. I feel like I'm taking some screwed up school exam most of the time."The subject of attention was at the moment washing a rather expensive lookingred Mercedes. She herself was no less impressive. Her mousy brown hair hadclumped up into dreadlock style, but with such obvious care that it lookedfashionable. The white bikini top she was wearing displayed generous curves, andthe matching white shorts clung to a pair of legs that would give any man pause.

She paused for a moment and wiped her forehead on her arm. Looking up at the twoboys, she smiled.

"What do you think?" she asked, grinning as they both gave a start. Wanting tolaugh at their red faces, she motioned to the car. "I was referring to theMercedes of course." This time she did laugh. They both looked so red they wouldburst..

"I...It's great." Steve blurted out. "Looks like brand new!""It is brand new you goob...Dad just bought it last week." Heath muttered underhis breath.

"You really should start getting cleaned up Heath." she said, walking overtowards them while she rinsed the soap suds off her hands. "You can't go to theshow looking like that.""I already said I'm not going to the show Debbie, so you don't need to stay onmy back about it." Heath grumped.

"I really wish you would call me Mom once in awhile Heath.""You're not my Mom, Debbie. You're just here to make my Dad forget he's gettingolder and that's all. So enjoy all his money and gifts and expensive cars thathe showers on you, but don't expect me to play along. Ok?" Heath turned andstormed inside.

Steve offered Debbie an apologetic look and followed behind.

--------------------------------------------------"Son, I know losing your mother was hard on you.....it was hard as hell on metoo...."Heath's sighed. He had heard this speech so many times from his father he wasbeginning to look for notecards.

"Please give Debbie a chance. She's a great lady Heath! ...and she's reallytrying hard with you Heath. I think the least you can do is be polite to her.""She's not my mother." Heath said simply.

Heath's father stared at him for a long moment and then sighed. "Well, you're asstubborn as she ever was." Heath smiled a little. "I wish you would try andaccept Debbie though son." The smile disappeared. "She's been good to you andshe's been good to me. I'm happy for the first time in my life since we lostyour mother, can't you just try and be civil to her? For my sake?"Heath stared at the floor. A few minutes passed before he finally nodded hishead, slowly. "all right Dad. For you, I'll try and restrain myself.""Thank you son." Heath's Dad smiled and ruffled his son's hair. "She really is agood woman. One day you'll see that.""Maybe so." Heath muttered.

"Good then. I'll see you at dinner then." His Dad clapped him on the shoulderand left the room.

Heath sighed. How was he supposed to really treat Debbie like she was really hismother, or stepmother, or anything else vaguely parental? At 17, he was onlyseven years younger than her. No, he would never treat her as anything more thanthe golddigging tramp she was. Pausing to wash his hands, Steve walkeddownstairs to join his father and his father's playmate for dinner.

--------------------------------------------------Heath opened the refrigerator and grabbed himself a can of coke. He leaned backagainst the wall and sipped at his soda. It was quiet for a change. Come tothink of it, Heath had only seen Debbie one time today and she hadn't spoken tohim then. He thanked the powers that be for her nontalkative mood. Ever sincethe beginning of the week when his father had left on a business trip, Debbiehad seemed to pop up wherever Heath went. She was always chattering on about'how nice things were going' and 'what a wonderful family they were going tobe'.... It set his teeth on edge. For the last couple of months, he had compliedwith his father's wishes and had treated Debbie with as much kindness as hecould muster. The results were frightening. She had taken to treating him likesome ten year old son of hers. He never seemed to be able to shake her. Wheneverhe left with friends she wanted to know where he was going. She was alwaysasking him about school and 'had he done his homework?' and so on. He nearly hadto bite his tongue in half to keep from lashing out. Heath finished his soda andtossed it in the wastecan. No, this was definitely odd. He had not seen her allday. Maybe she had left somewhere. He looked out the window to see if theMercedes was missing. No...it was still parked in the garage.....very strangeindeed.

"Debbie?" Heath shouted up the stairs. There was no answer. He called her nameagain, louder this time. Still nothing. Concern began to crawl into his head.

What if she was hurt or sick? His father would not be happy with him if he letthat happen. Heath walked up the stairs and down the hall to Debbie and hisDad's room. Cautiously he pressed his ear to the door and listened. It seemed heheard a soft moaning coming from inside. It sounded like Debbie.

"Debbie? Are you ok in there?" He listened. The moaning continued, but otherwisethere was nothing. Heath gave the doorknob an experimental twist. It wasn'tlocked.

"Debbie?" Heath called again, slowly opening the door and peeking in. His breathcaught in his throat. Debbie knelt on the floor. She had surrounded herself witha number of candles, each perched on rather unusual pewter stands. Clutched inher left hand was what looked like a red scarf and in her right was a smallknife. The thing that shocked Heath the most was that she had absolutely noclothes on!"Debbie? Are you...ok?" Heath said softly.

She didn't stir. Her eyes remained focused on the wall in front of her as if shecould see right through it. For a moment, they closed and she moaned softly. Shethen opened her eyes again and continued her trace-like stare.

"Debbie?" Heath reached out and gently touched her on the arm. She immediatelyjumped to her feet. The strange look faded from her eyes replaced immediatelywith anger.

"Why the hell did you come in here?" she shouted at him. "Don't you know betterthan just to walk in on somebody? Don't you?"Heath recoiled from her fury. His mind was so overwhelmed with everything thathe couldn't immediately reply. Opening his mouth he managed to stammer back"I...I thought something was wrong...I...you.." Heath took a deep breath. "Ihaven't seen you all day...I thought you might be sick...I called you...""Just save it!" Debbie barked, stooping over and snatching a t-shirt from herbed. "Now get out of here. We'll talk about this another time"Heath quickly walked back into the hall, giving a start when the door slammedbehind him.

--------------------------------------------------Heath was sitting in his room reading a book when he heard a knock at his door.

He opened the door and Debbie walked past him into his room.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you Heath." she said, not looking at him. She stilllooked angry, but her voice was steady. "You startled me and I wasn't really inthe best mindset to be surprised like that." She began to play with one of herdreadlocks, still not looking at him. "I want you to know what you saw so youwon't fill your father's head with a bunch of spiteful nonsense." She looked upand caught his eye. "You see...I am a practitioner of the Wiccan faith....or asimilar variant anyway." She paused. "You do know what a Wiccan is?""Yeah." Heath said quietly. "You worship nature and all that kind of thing."Debbie smiled a little. "Something like that. I won't go over all the specificswith you but that is near the mark." She paused again, but Heath offered nocomment. "Your father is a very conservative man. I don't think he would copewith the things my faith sometimes requires of me. I wouldn't want him to findout about our little......incident." She gave Heath a meaningful look.

"I won't tell him if that's what you want to hear. I love my father. I don'tknow why but he seems very fond of you. I wouldn't do anything to upset him.""I'm glad we have an understanding then." Debbie smiled and leaned in to plant akiss on Heath's cheek. Stepping back her expression darkened. "If you don't keepyour promise Heath, I have ways of making you sorry for it. Magic is also a partof my faith. Those who I feel have done me harm soon come to find I'm more thanjust eccentric." She watched Heath's face for a moment. His expression didn'tchange. "You're not the only one who loves your father Heath. Remember that."She waited for a moment and then smiled. "I'm glad we have an understandingthough. I'll see you at dinner."Heath smiled as she walked out of the room. Now he had the ammunition he needed.

He looked forward to his father's return.

---------------------------------------------------"I'm not trying to cause trouble Dad, it just seemed odd to me. I thought youwould want to know."Heath's father stared off into space, his face expressionless.

"Something could be wrong with her Dad. She didn't want me to tell you, but Iwas...worried about her."Heath's father glanced at Heath briefly. His expression was still unreadable.

"Well son, I'm glad you told me. I'm sure she's just fine." He paused and staredat Heath again. "I don't want you spreading anything around about her Heath. Iknow you don't like her very much, but she doesn't deserve any trouble." GivingHeath a stern look, his father turned and left the room.

Heath frowned. This wasn't going like he had hoped. He knew his father wasn'tgoing to jump up and throw her out of the house just because she was actingweird, but he was at least hoping it might rattle him a little. Heath sighed andflopped onto his bed.

--------------------------------------------------Over the next couple of weeks, Heath noticed a rift forming between Debbie andhis father. They no longer seemed to speak much. his father seemed cheerfulenough when she wasn't around, but when she would step in the room, his fathercould find any excuse to leave.

Heath lay in bed and listened to Debbie and his father argue. They had beengoing at it for nearly an hour now. It was becoming louder and louder. Finally,he heard his father shout something. Moments later, Debbie shot by his door intears. Heath wondered if this had something to do with what he told his father.

his question was answered a while later as Debbie returned down the hall with abackpack slung over her shoulder. She paused outside his doorway and glared athim.

"You will regret what you did Heath. Your father still loves me and I love him.

You won't come between us....I won't allow it!" Turning, she stormed down thestairs.

Heath heard another exchange of shouting and then the door slammed. When Heathwalked downstairs, his father was sitting in the kitchen, a tired expression onhis face. He looked up and smiled thinly at Heath.

"Well son, looks like it's just you and me again."Heath had a hard time holding back a smile.

--------------------------------------------------He was just setting out on his nightly walk when Heath saw someone step out of acar parked across the street from his house. He would have thought nothing of itexcept that whoever it was seemed very interested in him. Heath wrenched hiseyes back in front of him and continued on his way. He was nearly around thecorner of his street when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Lookingover his shoulder, Heath inhaled sharply. The person was still behind him andcatching up to him rapidly. Heath broke out into a sprint. Cutting around thecorner, Heath ran into a nearby yard and dove behind a large tree. He waited.

His pursuer did not appear. Heath wondered if he was overreacting. Maybe theperson wasn't really following him but was just out for a walk also. Heathwaited a while longer. Still, no one appeared around the corner. Cursing hisparanoia, Heath stepped out from behind the tree and began to walk back towardthe road. He never made it though. Soon after he had stepped out he feltsomething smash into his head. His vision blurred and he knew no more.

--------------------------------------------------Heath opened his eyes and looked around. Someone was standing in front of him;his vision was too blurred to make out their face. Rubbing his eyes, heathlooked again. It was Debbie.

"Did you enjoy your sleep Heath?" she said in an uncomfortably quiet voice.

Heath's heart was racing in his chest. He took a brief moment to gauge hissurroundings. he was lying on a small bed. The room was plain; it had no windowsor decoration, just what looked to be a bathroom off to the side and atelevision set on top of a clothes dresser across from him. It looked like ahotel room. What made Heath more nervous was that the bed was surrounded bycandles perched upon the same strange candlesticks Heath had seen Debbie use atthe house....and just like then, Debbie wasn't wearing any clothes.

"I'm going to tell you what I have planned for you, Heath, before we getstarted." she paused a moment and smiled as his expression grew more uneasy.

"While you were unconscious, I placed an enchantment on you." She smiled. "Itwasn't easy I assure you. In fact, it's the most difficult work I've everaccomplished."She reached down and ran her hand through his hair. Heath reached to stop herand gasped as his arm came up short. For the first time, he noticed that hishands were tied to the metal bedpost behind him. He moved his legsexperimentally. As he thought, they were bound as well.

"What do you want from me?" Heath demanded in a panicked voice. "If you want meto tell my dad I was lying about you I will, just let me go!"She smiled at him silently for a moment as if quietly contemplating the offer.

"No," she said after a long moment. "I've worked to hard on this to let you go."her smile faded "I will never trust anything you say again Heath. I did once andlook where that got me." She ran a fingertip over his chest. "When you cornerthe wild beast Heath, you have to expect its claws." Her smile slowly returned.

"Let me tell you about mine." To Heath's shock, she began to unbutton his jeans,talking to him softly as she did.

"You see Heath, we're going to have a lot of fun in this little room." Shepulled his jeans down off his waist and climbed on top of him, straddling hiships. "Every night, like this one...." Heath inhaled sharply as she slid herhand into his shorts. "...we'll make love." Her hand took hold of his memberwhile she slid off his shorts with her other. Heath watched her sit up a little,her eyes on him, and felt her guide it between her legs into the moist fleshbeyond. A small sigh escaped her lips. She began to move against him in arhythmic, riding motion. "In the throes of our passion, when you climax..." Sheleaned down and seized his lips in a rough kiss. Heath was too shocked to move.

Breaking the kiss she went on. "...you will grow smaller. And smaller. Andsmaller. With every orgasm you have the spell will take away." Smiling, shegripped his shoulders tightly, her fingernails dug into his skin. "Soon you willbe no bigger than a common house rodent..." She laughed as fear began to cloudhis eyes. "...then I will take you inside me one last time. Forever."---------------------------------------------------Heath opened his eyes and groaned. He was thirsty. Looking over to the side, hesaw that Debbie had left. He wondered at the threats she had made the nightbefore.....during sex. Heath thought he should have enjoyed it; she wasn't roughon him at all, she had in fact been very good....but she spooked him. The wayshe looked at him, it was frightening. He looked down at himself. He couldn'ttell if he had gotten any smaller. The bed didn't really seem larger, althoughthe bonds on his hands and feet did feel tighter this morning. Heath pulled onthem. Yes, they were much tighter. He hoped that Debbie had just tightened themin his sleep. Maybe this whole thing was just a mind game she was trying toplay. Yes...that had to be it. She was trying to scare him, nothing more. As hewas thinking these things, Debbie walked into the room.

"I see you're already up.." she said in a cheerful tone. "I would offer you somebreakfast, but I don't have anything in here...." she smiled at the hateful lookhe shot her. "...maybe if you behave though, I'll step out and get yousomething. How about that? Fair?""I know what you're trying to do." Heath growled. "It won't work. I've figuredyour little mind game out." Debbie gave him a condescending look of confusion.

"You know what I'm talking about!" Heath shouted. "Telling me I was going toshrink away....you just tightened these ropes while I was asleep....I know whatyou're trying, but it won't work on me! I'm not that stupid!"Debbie looked down and began to laugh.

"Stop laughing!" Heath yelled. "You want be laughing when I have my father throwyou in a nuthouse!"Debbie stared at him, smiling that predatory smile that made Heath nervous. Sheapproached the bed. "Now Heath," she said softly "..unlike you, I don't lie."She sat down on the bed next to him. "But, if I have to show you..."She turned over and layed on top of him. Heath gasped. She seemed much heavierthan she had the night before. As she stretched out on him, Heath had to bitehis tongue from crying out. Her feet were even with his, overlapping. But hishead--and Heath was at least a head taller than Debbie--only reached to herchest. She reached around behind his head and pushed him gently into her shirt,between her breasts.

"You see Heath...." she purred, releasing his head, letting it drop back to themattress. "I was telling you the truth. I also meant the rest off it......" sherolled off him and stood up. "I have to go to my job now Heath. When I get backtonight, we'll have some more fun." She giggled as he pulled at his bonds.

"Maybe I'll even bring you some dinner!" Waving, she walked out of the room.

A moment later, he heard the door close as she left. He threw his head backcried in frustration. He wondered if anyone could hear him. Probably not, hereasoned. If they could, she would likely have gagged him. Heath pulled at theropes again. He was thirsty.....

--------------------------------------------------Heath tried to pull his head back, but Debbie seemed stronger, keeping his facefirmly placed between her breasts as she pumped her hips against him. She feltlarger inside, Heath thought. He had become smaller still. His head now onlyreached the bottom of her breasts. He felt strange too. His head was spinningand he felt almost nauseous. His eyes didn't focus very well. He couldn't focushis thoughts either. He was aware of Debbie's body pressing into him. he couldhear her cries of passion, but it all seemed far away. He was lost in a flux ofstrange sensation. Debbie was nearing her own climax it seemed by the increasingvolume of her cries. Heath supposed he was as well. Somewhere underneath histhoughts he could feel it coming, but for the most part he was barely aware.

Finally, orgasm wiped away his daze and brought him back. A small burst ofcolors faded in and out of his vision and he let out a long, labored sigh.

Debbie smiled and layed across his body, cradling his head between her breasts.

"Soon," she said quietly. "you will belong to me completely Heath....soon...."Heath's head began to spin again. The nauseous feeling came back even strongerthan before. Heath closed his eyes and let the blackness wash over him.

--------------------------------------------------His throat was dry. He wished he could just get up for a moment to get somewater. He doubted he could reach the faucet though. The ropes that had oncebound him were now gone. There was no need for them of course, Debbie's weighton top of him more than prevented him from going anywhere. He must have shrunkenquite a bit in his sleep the night before....the day as well. He couldn'tremember anything very clearly. He just remembered being hungry and thirsty, andthen Debbie came. The weight of her was becoming painful. She tended to be anexercise nut and her well muscled belly was anything but comfortable as itpressed into the side of his face. Her body heat was making Heath even morethirsty. Before she had started on him tonight, she had given him a small cup ofwater. It was never enough though, his thirst seemed even worse than it hadbefore. He couldn't really feel himself in her; she no longer seemed to begetting any pleasure out of their sex either. Yet she had kept it up for a longtime. It seemed over an hour now to Heath. He knew he wouldn't be able to holdout much longer though. His body was beginning to take over. He waited.

Soon...it had to end.

---------------------------------------------------Days had passed; he wasn't sure how many. He wondered if he could get anysmaller. Looking at his surroundings, he doubted it. Four long, slender fingersencompassed his body in a firm grip. Two large brown eyes stared at him. Redlips parted into a smile. She had been just staring at him like this for sometime now. Heath wished she would get whatever horrible thing she had planned forhim over with. Her smile mocked him. Without words she seemed to be remindinghim over and over just how in control of the situation she was. Heath closed hiseye. At least his head had stopped spinning. She had also given him some waterwhen he woke up this morning. She had poured it in a soda cap. More mockery.

"Heath dear, its time."Heath started at the loud voice. He looked up at her and sighed. It was abouttime she put an end to this.

"Things could have been different between us Heath, we could have been afamily."Heath looked away from her. He wished she would at least spare him the speech.

He was so tired.

"I love your father very much, Heath. I'm not giving up on him, I want to letyou know that."Heath rubbed his eyes. He was getting thirsty again.

"Except this time Heath, you won't be there to come between us."Heath glanced up at her. She was truly mad.

"Don't fret though Heath. We will all still be together. You and I are going tobe more close than you had ever dreamed."Heath watched with dull fascination as she lowered him between her spreadthighs. Wiry brown hair bunched around him as she pressed his legs through thesplit of her vulva. She reached down and spread herself open, revealingglistening pink skin. He just stared as his feet were fed into the puckeredopening of her vagina. He felt something tighten around his ankles. Her fingerspressed harder against his shoulders. With a soft slurping sound, his knees sunkinside. Heath coughed. His throat was so dry. It hurt to swallow. Anotherslurping sound caught his attention as the rest of his legs disappeared intoher. Heath's head felt like it was spinning again. The nauseous feeling hadn'tcome back though. If only he could get himself something to drink. With anotherslurp, her fingers pushed him in to his chest. A sticky whitish substance hadbegun to pool around him. It was warm against his skin. He heard a deep soundfrom above, almost like a moan. The pressure on his shoulders increased. Hishead sunk into the thick, white fluid. His ears popped as the outside worldclosed off from him. Everything went dark. He vaguely felt something softpressing around his body. He heard the moaning sound again, only deeper now.

Heath closed his eyes.

--------------------------------------------------Debbie sighed in ecstasy. She felt Heath inside of her. They were together atlast. For a while she just layed there and concentrated on the sensation of himas he slid deeper inside of her. Later, she got up and called Heath's father.

She was sure he would be missing Heath by now. He would need someone to comforthim. She smiled. Soon, they would all be together again.