WHEN THE WIZARD'S AWAY by Michael O'Connor

Maldus Zevon was an uneasy wizard, on the eve of the Grand European convention of Wizards, Warlocks and Sorcerers. He would be leaving Cara, his unearthly gorgeous blonde wife for five whole days. It was not that he mistrusted her. But, at twenty-five, she was less than half his age and a young woman of healthy appetites. Five nights of frustration would be a lot for such an exotic creature to endure. Devoted though she was to her Wizard, she might easily be led astray by the charms of a much younger man. Maldus had taken her as his bride when she was only eighteen. And even Wizards knew the perils of the seven-year itch.

He would have gladly taken her with him to Scotland, but the rules of the WWS association were explicit. No partners allowed. For the duration of the conference, delegates were sworn to have absolutely no contact with their loved ones, in order that their minds should be fully focused on the solemn business of magic and its applications in the electronic age. As there was no question of not attending the conference, Maldus had been left with just one choice that would ensure his peace of mind. He would have to satisfy Cara from afar.

For several nights before his departure, he had labored in his cellar, creating the tools of his sexual voodoo. With latex, he truly was a Wizard.

The male doll had been created first, in a foot high passable likeness of himself. To imbue it with his spirit, he knotted one of his pubic hairs around the base of the flatteringly large penis with which he had endowed the doll. He gave it a necklace of a single silver hair from his flowing mane then, for good measure, splashed it with a few dollops of semen. One magic incantation later, the doll was infused with his spirit.

Once he had recovered from masturbating and straightened his robes, he set to work on the second doll. The latex Cara was formed to a similar scale. Maldus labored long on her breasts and genitalia, to ensure he got them just right. To infuse the doll with the spirit of his wife, he gave her an ankle bracelet formed from three blonde pubic curls discreetly taken from Cara. A long rib of her head hair was tied around the waist of the doll. He would have been happier if he could have properly infused it with her sexuality, but she might have become suspicious if he tried to obtain a pussy juice sample. Incantation recited, the dolls were ready. All that was needed now was a quick test.

Cara was already asleep, only her mass of blonde curls and a bare arm visible above the purple bedsheets. Standing in the bedroom doorway, Maldus nuzzled the pubis of the lady doll with the nose of her companion. The sleeping beauty stirred and moaned softly.

The He doll stroked the back of the She doll's right knee - Cara's most sensitive of many erogenous zones. Maldus' wife rolled onto her back, smiling contentedly. Doll gently stroked doll nipple. Cara responded by pushing down the sheet, exposing the voluptuous twin peaks of her breasts, nipples stiffening like two little cocoa cocks. Maldus smiled. Keeping her satisfied in his absence looked like being a piece of cake.

Arriving in Scotland late the following evening, Maldus went straight to his hotel and unpacked. Laying his two dolls out on the bed, he gazed at them thoughtfully for several minutes, before deciding to play with them. Cara would be long home from work by now. Probably sitting alone, watching TV. Undoubtedly feeling the first pangs of frustration. She would be just in the mood for a sexy surprise.

The young Mrs. Zevon had made up her mind not to waste time brooding while Maldus was away, much as she missed him. After work, she had gone for a drink with two of her colleagues from the estate agency. Then, she paid a surprise visit to an old friend she had not seen for some time.

"Missing your Wizard already?" Susan asked, after the hugs and small talk had been dispensed with.

"A little" Cara admitted. "But I'm sure he wouldn't want me feeling sorry for myself. How's the new book coming along?"

Her red haired friend sighed. "It's my most difficult baby yet. There's just so much research to trawl through and....Cara, are you alright?"

Cara had leaped from her seat, feeling the sensation of a fingertip creeping up the inside of her right thigh.

"Uh...fine," she stammered. "You were saying...uhhh..!"

The invisible finger was now insinuated under the gusset of her panties and softly caressing her labia.

"My God, you've gone bright red!" Susan cried anxiously.

"It's Mal...dus" Cara croaked. "He's ...doing something."

"What?"

"Wizard stuff.. .ohhhh. . .sex magick. . .aaahhhh. ...!"

Her friend's eyes were as wide as the gold rims of her glasses, as she watched Cara writhe helplessly on her couch. Within minutes, the finger fuck became the real thing. Cara cried out, as she felt the hot thickness of a hard cock that wasn't there sliding into the now soaking maw of her pussy. It felt different to Maldus'. Bigger!

For the next fifteen minutes, she lay back on the couch, outstretched legs parted, possessed by a spirit cock slamming into her cunt with long, urgent strokes. Unseen hands squeezed her breasts and mauled just about every other part of her body. She climaxed twice, with poorly restrained moans, before he was finally through with her.

Sweating and disheveled, her panties soaked, Cara straightened up on the couch. For a moment, she thought her friend had been turned into a statue, from the way she stood staring at her in open-mouthed disbelief.

"Susan, I'm sorry," she blurted. "I know what you must be thinking. But it wasn't me. Maldus must have thought... I mean, it's his way of..."

But there was no way she could explain her husband's voodoo to Susan, a woman who had always doubted the wisdom of her marrying a Wizard, of all things. Nothing she could say would convince her the evil man had not finally driven her insane. Under the circumstances, a hurried and shamefaced departure seemed best. She would call Susan in a few days, once she was over the shock.

Cara should have known Maldus would have never really left her alone. He was an old fashioned possessive bastard and never tired of showing her his powers. Well, if he was going to fuck her from afar, she had no choice but to lie back and enjoy it. She would just have to ensure she was at home when he thought she should be. Once she thought about it, the idea of being voodoo fucked had a certain kinky appeal. If only Maldus had thought to give her some warning of what to expect.

A few hours later, just as she was finally managing to doze off, she found herself being fucked afresh, this time from behind. Irritation soon turned to pleasure, as her natural instincts took over. Maldus had always been an exciting lover, but now he seemed even better.

"So big!" she murmured, burying her face in her pillow. "Ohhh yes....!"

She was ready for him the following evening. Home on schedule, doing all the routine stuff. He would know exactly when to magifuck her. What she had not counted on were Rob and Katie, her well-intentioned neighbors. With Maldus away, they had deemed it safe to pay an unexpected visit.

"Hope you don't mind us dropping by like this," Katie beamed, thrusting a bottle of wine into her hands.

"We thought you might like to take a look at the snapshots from our Kenyan safari," Rob added.

Cara would like to do nothing of the sort, but she could hardly slam the door in their faces. After all, they were just being friendly. Forcing her warmest smile, she assured them this was a most pleasant surprise and invited them in. It was still only eight-thirty. They would be gone by eleven. Hopefully, Maldus would not get up to any trickery before then.

As she shared the wine with her neighbors and feigned interest in their seemingly endless safari shots, Cara managed to relax somewhat. A trouble free hour and a half had already elapsed. Maldus was probably saving himself for bedtime.

She was leaning across the coffee table to refill Katie's glass, when she was startled by a sharp smack across her bottom. The wine that had been intended for Katie's glass splashed instead onto the front of her cream silk blouse. As Katie leaped up from her chair, with a squeal, a second slap stung the right cheek of Cara 's bottom. The wine bottle slipped from her fingers, its remaining contents spilling red on some wildlife and a spectacular Nairobi sunset.

"Ouch!" she shrieked, feeling a third slap and instinctively reaching around to rub her smarting bottom, through her tight blue jeans.

All hell broke loose then. While Rob frantically scrabbled to retrieve his precious photographs from the wine lake and Katie wailed in dismay over her ruined blouse, Cara scurried to the kitchen for a cloth, yelping each time she felt a fresh slap on her bottom. In between cries of "ouch! ooh!" she called out abject apologies to her guests. Maldus continued to voodoo spank her bottom, as she attempted to mop up the mess.

"There's no harm done," Rob said finally, becoming embarrassed by her apologies.

"My blouse is ruined!" Katie wailed. "Cara, you..."

She stopped, eyes boggling, as her hostess slumped over the coffee table, spreading her thighs and thrusting out her bottom. She could not contain a cry of pleasure as she was taken from behind, Maldus burying himself to the hilt in her cunt.

"Stop it, you bastard!" she cried, even as her body welcomed his thrusts. "Can't you see I've got guests and...ohhhhh. ..ahhhh. .!".

Rob and Katie stared speechlessly at one another. The look they returned to Cara was a mixture of pity and contempt.

"I can ex. .plain. .this," she panted. "Wait un...til...ohhhh...!"

"I think we'd best leave you to it," Rob replied, stuffing photographs into wallets.

"We'll see ourselves out," Katie added.

With that, they practically fled from the house.

"She obviously isn't well," said Katie, when they were safely beyond the front gate.

"Obviously," Rob snorted. "What woman in her right mind would have married that damned weirdo wizard in the first place? I told you we shouldn't have gone near her. You and your stupid good neighbor act. Whatever he's done to her might be contagious."

"Madness isn't contagious, you idiot," Katie snapped.

Cara could not fault the fucking she was given over the coffee table. Maldus could not have done much better, had he been there in body. But once the afterglow had faded, along with his presence, righteous anger seized the moment.

She could forgive him for making a fool of her in front of Susan. Knowing her friend, the entire incident would soon be forgotten. The neighbors were another matter. Katie was a senior officer in the local council and a woman not noted for her discretion. She would have some choice theories about Cara's peculiar behavior to discuss with all and sundry.

She fumed for the next few hours, before deciding a relaxing bath was what she needed to help her unwind. Frustrating as he could be when he was around, Maldus was a total nightmare when he was away. Cara had just begun relaxing under a foam of her favorite bubble bath, when she suddenly felt his hands cupping her breasts. She attempted to slap him away, but as he was there only in spirit, she met with little success. Once again, he had his wicked way with her and, once again, she found herself enjoying it, despite her best efforts at resistance.

In bed, she was ravaged all over again, to the point where she passed out from exhaustion. As if that were not enough, he saw to her again before she got up to go to work. The sooner he got home, the better, she thought. He was wearing her out.

On the third evening of his absence, Cara stuck determinedly to her routine and placed herself under house arrest, the moment she arrived home. To her intense annoyance, she was not disturbed by Maldus all night. She went to work next morning, with a firm resolve to get her own back on him, as soon as he returned from the conference. At least while she was working, she could forget about him.

Unfortunately for Cara, fate had alternative plans. These took the form of Rose and Maggie, two chambermaids in the hotel where Maldus was staying. The Wizard should have known better than to leave his two dolls lying carelessly on his pillow. Maggie, the younger of the two girls, saw them first and picked up the male, giggling helplessly.

"Rose, take a look at this," she called out to her companion. "I told you those Wizards were just a bunch of perverts."

"They're very realistic," Rose remarked, taking the doll from her. "Ah, isn't that a cute little cock! I wonder what they're used for."

"Cocks?"

"These dolls, stupid. Do you think they might have some kind of power?"

"Don't be silly," Maggie scoffed. "They're just midget sex dolls. This Wizard guy probably can't get any of the real thing, so he gets a thrill out of playing with these two. I bet he makes the boy doll do all sorts of things to her." She picked up the Cara effigy. "Look, she has a little cunt and all."

"Wonder if this fits in it," Rose mused, squeezing the penis of the male doll.

"Only one way to find out," said Maggie, laying his other half on the bed and pulling her legs apart.

"We'd best not mess with them," Rose protested. "Even if they are harmless, we might get caught."

"Give it here," Maggie said, snatching the Maldus figure from her. "The Wizard won't be back for hours and this is the last room on our list. Let's see what these two can do."

Meanwhile, Cara was showing a middle-aged couple around one of the more expensive properties on the estate agency's books. They had liked it, just from looking at the brochure. Now, they were as good as in love. Cara could smell the biggest commission of her career.

"This is the main bedroom," she explained, leading them into a chamber straight out of an Ideal Homes exhibition.

"Spacious yet intimate and with a magnificent view from the balcony."

"I love the color scheme," the woman gushed. "It's kind of soothing, isn't it John?"

"Very tasteful," her husband agreed. "Conductive to sweet dreams, I should think."

Cara smiled. "You took the words right out of my mouth. Let me just show you....."

Her feet left the floor and she was thrown flat on her back on top of the bed, legs spreading wide for the thrust of Maldus' unseen cock.

"What the devil!" blurted her astonished male client.

Cara cried out, as her breasts were cupped in two hands and squeezed. The cock between her thighs was pumping like a steam train. Her knees were suddenly jerked up to her chin, affording her clients an eyeful of her damp crotched pink lace panties.

"Disgusting!" the woman cried.

Her husband licked his lips. "Oh yes dear. Quite, er. . .revolting."

"Come along," she snapped, taking him firmly by the arm.

"But we haven't seen it all," he protested.

"We've seen enough," she replied. "I've never in my life witnessed such outrageous behavior."

The cock was abruptly withdrawn from Cara's cunt and she started to call out to the retreating pair. But she was cut short by the tool being slipped into her mouth and a tongue replacing it in her pussy.

"You dirty slut!" Rose giggled, as her friend sixty-nined the dolls on the pillow. "Put her on top."

Alone now, in the bedroom of the highly desirable property, Cara was put through a selection of positions from the Karma Sutra. She shrieked in protest, while her treacherous libido actually enjoyed the experience. One second, she was riding the love pole from on top. The next, she was on her back again, legs in the air. Before she could catch her breath, she was rolled over doggy style, then onto one side, then the other, then she was done standing up. From beginning to end, the voodoo shag took about fifteen minutes. But it left Cara aching and exhausted, cursing both Maldus and the post-climactic wetness between her own thighs.

The Wizard noticed nothing amiss, when he returned to his room that evening. His dolls lay side by side on the pillow, exactly as he had left them.

"Shouldn't leave such things lying around," he muttered. "God knows what the chambermaid must have thought."

He glanced at his watch. Cara would be home by now, and no doubt in the mood for an early evening quickie.

"A little foreplay to begin with," he smiled, stroking the left leg of the Cara doll with a finger of her partner.

Lying on the couch, sipping vodka and listening to Leonard Cohen, Cara felt a finger creeping slowly up her leg. She slapped it away, in vain of course. There was no denying Maldus his wicked way when he wasn't there, so she half-heartedly gave herself up to the pleasure. She would get her own back soon enough.

At the end of a most successful conference, Maldus returned home, feeling more than a little self-satisfied. Like the dutiful wife that she was, Cara was waiting for him with open arms, a ready smile and a satisfied expression of thanks to the two little dolls in his suitcase.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, after they had embraced.

"Sort of" she admitted. "But you weren't really gone at all, were you my darling?"

"I thought it best to keep in touch," he smiled. "It would never do to have you getting frustrated, in my absence."

"Certainly not" she agreed. "Tell me darling, how did you do it?"

With a proud grin, he produced the two dolls and explained the nature of their sex magick.

"Did you feel the sensation of making love to me?" Cara asked.

Maldus shook his head. "Only your effigy was programmed to receive, as it were, whenever mine touched it. I felt nothing. Such a spell only works for the person on the receiving end."

"I see" mused Cara. "But you could change them around? Make your doll feel, instead of mine?"

"Easily," he replied.

"Do it" she demanded. "I feel a little kinky and you deserve a special reward for all your hard work."

Maldus was only too happy to oblige. He was even happier to be stripped naked and told to lie face down on the bed. Holding the two dolls, Cara inserted the key in the door.

"Payback time, you spell faxing dickhead," she rasped.

Maldus turned around, alarmed by the abrupt change in her tone. "Darling, what's wrong?"

"I'm just a teeny bit annoyed with you," Cara replied. "Making me look a fool in front of my best friend, and the laughing stock of the neighborhood was bad enough. But losing me my job was just a little too considerate."

"But I never...!" he began.

The slamming of the door cut short his protests. By the time he reached it, she had turned the key in the lock.

"What are you going to do?" he cried.

"I'm going for a drive," she shouted back. "I shall probably be gone for some time. But don't worry about me feeling lonely. Playing with these two dolls should keep me more than adequately amused."