That Old Black Magic

Cathy was angry. Her boyfriend of three years had left her for another woman - a lifegurard, if you could believe that. A three year relationship, over just like that, over a bleached-blonde whose only real attribute was her perfect legs. This was a situation that needed to be rectified, and Cathy had a good idea how.

Most women, when faced with such a situation, would leave threatening phone calls or show up at their former lover's place of employment, crying. Cathy, however, was different. Her family was from the bayou, over a dozen generations of swamp witches and VooDoo priests. Cathy's mother had left that life when Cathy was just a little girl, choosing to move to the city and raise her family, but Cathy still learned a few things from grams and several of her aunts. Things that would help her now.

Cathy first visited Doug's new girlfriend at work. The woman had no idea who Cathy was, so Cathy just began chatting with her, right there beside the pool. After a few minutes, Cathy reached out and plucked something off of the woman, Lisa's, shoulder. "Stray hair" she said, offhandedly, and feigned tossing it aside. With that single, beach-blonde hair, phase one was complete.

The next thing Cathy needed would be a little harder to get. She needed a charm, a token of the relationship between Lisa and Doug. Much to Cathy's surprize, this item presented itself readily. As Cathy was leaving the beach, she saw Doug's car pull in and had to duck quickly. She watched as he opened the door of another car - it must have been Lisas' - and put something inside. He then got back in his own car and drove away. Making sure noone was watching, Cathy slipped over to Lisa's car and opened the door. On the driver's seat was a small box, tied with a bow. 'How Sweet', Cathy thought sickly, openeing the box. Inside was a silver locket, and inside the locket was a picture of Doug and Lisa, hugging. Cathy smiled, pocketing the locket and closing the car door. She was ready.

Cathy had to wait until the moon was right to perform the ritual. On the appointed night, at the appointed hour, Cathy stripped naked, poured a sweet-smelling oil over herself, and knealt down before the small table she had set up, beginning to work. She lit candles and inscence, spoke old creole charms into the night air, and began to shape and mold a lump of clay before her. She turned the clay and kneaded it and molded it to shape, first forming the legs, then torso, then two arms, then the head. She continued to mold the shape into an unmistakably female form. She then took a silver blade from the table and cut into it's chest, opening a large hole. Into this she placed the locket, then sealed the chest again. Again she took the knife, opening a hole in the head. Into this she placed the hair, along with more of the sweet oil and three drops of her own blood. She closed this up, then continued shaping and molding the doll, giving it facial features, breasts, so that it looked at least human, if not like her target. No - the hair and locket would attune the poppet to her desired victim.

It took Cathy over three hours to complete the ritual, and at the end she had a fully formed, charged doll, a poppet that was magically linked to Lisa. Tired, but ancious to try it out, Cathy took a special, black-headed pin, and stuck it into the dolls' knee. She placed the doll into a special wooden box, then placed the box under her bed. She slept very well that night.

Lisa awoke from troubled sleep with a sharp pain in her knee. She could move it just fine, but it hurt to walk on it, making her limp. She must have twisted it, she thought - possibly during a bout of passion play with Doug. She grabbed a pair of crutches from the closet, called out sick to work, and then called Doug. She didn't want to waste this opportunity, and neither would he.

Cathy went to the beach the next day, expecting Lisa to be there, maybe with a slight limp. It surprized her, then, when another lifeguard on duty told her Lisa had called in sick - something about hurting her knee. Surprized and thrilled that it worked, Cathy left the beach and, just out of curiosity, drove by Lisa's apartment. She was amazed to see Doug's car there. She figured he was probably taking care of her in her time of need - what a prince. Cathy decided to show Doug what a real time of need was all about.

Late that night, Cathy pulled the poppet out from it's wooden box. She removed the pin from it's knee and sat, concentrating. She began humming and whispering to the doll and kneading it, rocking back and forth on the floor, eyes closed, whispering faster and more urgently. Finally, when the rocking and whispering had reached a fevered pitch, Cathy stabbed the black pin into the center of the doll's back. When she put the doll down, she had realized that she had also changed the dolls legs - they were now thinner, more fragile looking. After this night, Doug would be calling Cathy very soon - of this she was certain.

Lisa awoke in a very frightened and confused state. She first noticed the pain in her knee was gone, but a second after that realized that the feeling in her knee was gone, too. In fact, she couldn't feel anything from her navel down! She threw off the blankets and gasped at what she saw, then began to cry. She called Doug at home and simply told him to come over.

When Doug arrived, he let himself in and hurried into the bedroom. Lisa was laying in bed, covered up to her chin in blankets. She was smiling, and looked like she had been crying.

"Have you been crying?" Doug asked her, concerned. She nodded.

"Yes," she said. "with joy. It's happened Doug. I don't know how, but it's happened."

Doug looked very confused, but his confusion turned to elation as Lisa stripped off the blankets. He saw her legs - thin, limp, weak, obviously useless. He looked back at her.

"Are they-?" he could barely stammer.

"Yes! Completely numb! I can't feel or move them at all! Oh Doug - no more pretending!" Lisa said. "Quick - bring me my wheelchair. No, not the electric - bring me my Quickie!" she said excitedly. Doug left the room and returned with a small, light wheelchair. Lisa had had it for over two years, and had used it she couldn't count how many hundreds of times, but this was the first time she truly needed it. Doug watched, enraptured, as Lisa slowly, gingerly slid herself over to the edge of the bed. He made to help her, but the look she shot him told him 'Later- I want to do this on my own right now.' He stood back and watched her reach an arm out, grabbing the wheelchair, then slid her bottom off the edge of the bed, plopping it gracelessly into the wheelchair seat. Doug was suddenly aroused, and became moreso as he watched Lisa lift one of her now limp legs and place it in the wheelchair. Doug had watched Lisa pretend to be crippled so many times - it was the biggest reason he was with her - but now, seeing her really paralyzed - it was like a dream come true.

Lisa got into her wheelchair and looked back at the bed - it was wet. "Doug," she said,
I'm going to need a few things."

Doug understood immidiately and left the apartment, heading for the store.

Cathy sat outside of Lisa's apartment, waiting for an ambulance to show up, when to her amazement, Doug showed up. So she had called him, had she? Well, this would certainly be the end of their relationship, once he saw her new condition. She sat and waited.

Twenty minutes later, Doug came out of the building - but he was smiling. Not only smiling - he was skipping! He walked - no, skipped - to the corner drugstore. He came back out a few minutes later with a bag of something, and then went back into the building. Cathy was confused, but after two hours of waiting, she began to become furious. She hadn't thought it would be necessary, but she had more in store for Lisa. If Doug thought this was the end, he was sadly mistaken. Cathy drove away and began to prepare for that evening.

Doug returned from the drugstore and put the bag down, then knealt to hug Lisa. He remembered the first time he had done it - hugged her in her wheelchair. It was their second date, and she had taken a big risk coming to the door in her sleek Quickie chair, but, she she had told Doug, she 'had a feeling' about him. He was simply astonished that he had found a woman with the same fetish as he had! He had never even told any of his other relationships about his interest, but Lisa had somehow known, had come right out and called him on it, and things had never been so good. He had felt bad leaving Cathy, his former girlfriend; but Lisa could offer him things that Cathy never could, or would. He had to giver her credit, though - a lot of girls would have been really mean or immature if they had been dumped as he had dumped Cathy, but she apparently took it very well, and there were no hard feelings, as far as he knew.

Lisa was wheeling around her apartment, as if for the first time. When Doug got back, she wheeled into the bedroom and began preparing her bath.

"This will be a new experience." Lisa said, struggling to take off her panties.

"Be careful with the water temperature." Doug cautioned her.

"I know about the water temperature, honey." she kidded him, finally getting her panties off. She stripped out of her nightshirt as well, so she sat in her wheelchair totally nude. Doug had seen her like this many times, pretending for him, but now to look at her, her legs thin, her hips drawn - it even seemed she had a little belly, like she had been in the wheelchair for years - something he woulnd't tell her, of course.

Doug watched her lift her limp legs, one at a time, over the edge of the tub. He wanted so much to help, but he knew that this had always been Lisa's dream - to be paralyzed. She often said that the more paralyzed she was, the better - she had even bought herself a large power wheelchair, with mouth controls, so that she could pretend to be totally paralyzed. One night, as she sat there with Doug in her power chair, trying so hard to be perfectly still, she had asked him quietly if he would take care of her, if she were ever really paralyzed. He pledged to her that he would, no matter what he would take care of her in every way. He didn't know how, or why, but it certainly looked like he was going to be able to keep his promise.

Lisa bathed herself, giddy as she saw her unfeeling legs float in the bathwater, her curled toes bobing up and down in the suds. She washed herself, and Doug washed her hair for her, then he placed two thick towels in her wheelchair, to keep it dry. They had practiced this scenario a dozen times, at least, but it was still new and exciting - and erotic - for both of them, now that Lisa was truly disabled.

Once Lisa was done with her bath, she tried getting out of the tub and back into her wheelchair, but between the slippery tup and her paralyzed legs, she found herself unable to do so. She laughed, actually laughed with joy, at her misfortune, because it was more proof to her that her dream had indeed come true. Doug helped her out of the tub, placing her gently in her wheelchair, then he took a soft towel and began drying off her limp legs.

"Mmm, I can't believe how hot that is..." Lisa said quietly, watching Doug rub and towel off legs she couldn't feel.

"What's that?" Doug asked.

"My legs. I really can't feel my legs." Lisa said. "I'm watching you touch me, and I can't feel it. I've dreampt about this for so long...."

"So, you can't feel this then?" Doug said, rubbing her foot.

"No, not at all." Lisa said, a little breathless.

"How about this?" Doug asked, stroking Lisa's shin.

"Mmm, no, I can't feel it." she said.

"And this?" Doug asked, playing it up as he stroked her inner thigh.

"Oooh, no, I can't feel that either!" Lisa said, her hands moving for her now erect nipples.

"And how about your toes? Can you move your toes for me?" Doug asked, also very aroused now.

"Mmm, no, I can't move my toes at all." Lisa said, now touching her nipples, rubbing little circles around her aereolas.

Doug held one of her feet in his hand, moving her toes for her. "Not even a little. Can't you just wiggle them a little bit for me. Come on, anyone can wiggle their toes a little" he chided. The taunting did the trick as Lisa just massaged her breasts and moaned 'bedroom', her eyes closed.

Doug wheeled his cripled lover into the bedroom and lifted her onto the bed. He quickly undressed and got into bed next to her. He began to kiss her - he kissed her ears, her hot lips, her neck. He moved down, to her chest, to her full breasts - she began to breathe heavier. He began kissing below her breasts, down in a line to her navel, then past her navel - Lisa gasped. This was the line, then - she was paralyzed from her navel down. As he kissed her below this area, she moaned louder - it turned her on incredibly, not feeling what he was doing. He kissed further, to her mound, and began to lick it. Lisa watched him to it and she nearly screamed, not from the pleasure of the oral sex, but from the pleasure of not feeling it. Again, Doug continued down, kissing Lisa's inner thighs, kissing her knees, her shins, then he began kissing her feet. Her perfect, crippled feet. He took her crooked, palsied toes into his mouth as she watched him, unfeeling yet completely turned on.

After the kissing, Lisa motioned for Doug to lay next to her. She began to masturbate him, stroking his hard unit, talking about her legs, how she couldn't feel them, couldn't move them. Doug wanted more than just masturbation, but he understood Lisa's caution - they had no idea how or why she was paralyzed. They both knew that in some cases of paralysis, vaginal sex could harm, even kill Lisa in extreme cases. No, for now it was enough to be alone with his crippled Goddess, feeling her paralyzed legs pressed up against his own legs, knowing she could not feel him in return.

They stayed in bed for an hour, at least, playing with one another, Lisa fondling Doug, Doug massaging and caressing Lisa's cripled legs and hips and bottom. Finally, Lisa decided she wanted to do more than lay in bed all day - she was paralyzed now, and she really wanted to experience that for all it was worth. Doug got up and got the bag from the drugstore - he had bought adult diapers for her. It was one of the things they had never really spoken about in all their play, incontinence, but as Doug gently lifted Lisa's flaccid legs and put the diaper on her, they were both unexpectedly arounsed. Doug supposed it was because the diaper was something she hadn't needed when she was pretending, but it was a necessity now that she was really paralyzed.

Doug helped Lisa put on panties over her diaper, then a pretty skirt and tank-top, then helped her into her wheelchair once again. She sat there, in her wheelchair, her bare legs thin and helpless looking, and all at once she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"You want to?" Lisa said coyly, moving her wheelchair side to side in little arcs.

"Want to what?" Doug asked, heart pounding.

"You know what." Lisa said. She looked towards a drawer.

"Do you mean it?" Doug asked, feeling lightheaded.

"Of course. I know you've been dying to. Come on - let's both live our fantasies." She said, wheeling over closer to the bed.

Doug went to the dresser and pulled out two things. The first was a pair of black stockings. The other was a pair of soft black socks. He took these items and sat on the bed, his eyes a little glassy. Lisa wheeled up to him and lifted one limp leg, placing her crippled foot in his lap. He was still naked, and this action obviously aroused him a great deal.

Doug, in addition to having a wheelchair fetish, was very aroused by stockings and socks on those wheelchair-bound limbs. He had tried to live out this fantasy many times with Lisa, sliding stockings on her legs, or taking her socks off for her, but it never really worked, because he knew she wasn't paralyzed - her legs were firm and toned. Now, for the first time, it would be different- it would be real.

Doug took Lisa's foot and began to put the stocking on her paralyzed leg. She watched him intently as he slowly slid the sheer material up her shin, past her knee, up to her limp thigh. He smoothed the stocking out, all the way up her leg.

"It's so soft." He said to her, caressing the stockinged leg.

"I know - those are my best stockings. Pretty expensive." Lisa replied.

"I wasn't talking about the stockings." Doug said to her. She understood immidiately, feeling flushed as she thought of how her legs must now feel.

Doug next took a sock - a very soft, thick black sock - and slipped it delicately over Lisa's foot. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her leg, so crippled, clad in the stocking, the sock making her palsied foot look even more disabled. He set her leg down not back in her wheelchair, but next to him on the bed.

The next leg recieved the same treatment, the careful dressing with the nylon, the smoothing out, then the soft sock over the crippled toes, covering her foot but enhancing it at the same time.

"Move your foot for me." Doug said, holding Lisa's foot in his lap.

"I can't Doug. I'm paralyzed." she said. She knew the game, knew the rules. This was his fantasy now.

"You're what?" Doug asked her, though not looking at her.

"I'm Paralyzed. Crippled. My legs are crippled. I can't move them." Lisa said.

"Crippled." Doug said, lifting Lisa's leg. He began to kiss her foot, to rub it against his cheek. Lisa had never seen him so aroused over her. He kissed her foot, then lifted the other foot and kissed it.

Lisa was getting aroused just watching him - watching her legs move, though she had no control over them, couldn't feel them. She closed her eyes for a few moments, hearing Doug but not feeling him, not knowing what he was doing to her legs. She opened her eyes to the most erotic site she had ever seen.

Doug was stroking himself with Lisa's feet, the soft socks and soft paralyzed feet cupped around his rock hard unit. She became immidiately aroused, watching him use her feet and legs like that, not having any control over it. If this was what paralysis was like, she hoped she would never walk again.

Doug finished, hot cum squirting all over Lisa's feet. Doug fell back on the bed and Lisa took her legs back, pulling the soiled socks off her feet. She let Doug rest a little while she went to make coffee.

Cathy was irate. How could Doug be smiling? His girlfriend should be a legless cripple, ad he was actually skipping! And to make matters worse, Cathy had driven by her apartment later that afternoon, and Dougs car was still there - it hadn't moved. Cathy was confused, but also angry that her perfect plan wasn't working. She decided this night to pull out all the stops - this would be it. There was only one thing left to do if tonight failed, and that was through much more dangerous powers that Cathy didn't like messing with.

Cathy again pulled out the doll, poured more of the sweet smelling oil over the doll and her hands, then began chanting and mumbling to the doll, this time more than a whisper, more forceful. She began to rock, more violently this time, her chanting rising and falling in volume and intensity. She kneaded the dolls limbs more, rocking back and forth. She had tears in her eyes, her voice cracked, like she was in some pain. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the doll dropped - the black pin was stuck in the back of it's neck, and all it's limbs were thin and delicate. This, Cathy thought as she collapsed on the sofa, this will certainly split them apart.

Lisa woke up to a completely new sensation, and that was the lack of sensation. She could feel nothing from her neck down, nothing at all. She moved her head to her left - Doug was still asleep beside her. Thank God she had asked him to stay - she thought she would need some help now that she was paralyzed, but this was a different case altogether. She began calling his name, softly. He stirred a little. She called his name again, and he snuggled closer to her immoblie body, cradling her arm like a teddy bear. It was as he took hold of her arm that he came fully awake.

Doug didn't say a word, just pulled off the blanket to see Lisa - her body was thin, probably twenty pounds likghter than it had been the night before. Her arms were soft and limp, her chest smaller. He looked down at her and she just smiled, tears in her eyes.

"I think we should see a doctor now." Doug said as he wheeled in Lisa's power wheelchair.

"No Doug - I'm fine." Lisa said to him.

"You're a quadriplegic, Lisa. Over night, you've become a Quadriplegic. What if it gets worse tomorrow??" he asked her, agitated.

"It won't. I promise, tomorrow there will be no change in my condition." Lisa said.

"How do you know that?" Doug asked.

"I just know it, love." Lisa said.

Doug had a busy morning ahead of him. He first cleaned and changed Lisas' diaper, then dressed her. Dressing Lisa was just about the most erotic thing Doug had ever done, moving her limp, lifeless arms and legs, putting her in a t-shirt and shorts, then putting on thick socks and slippers to protect her feet.

Once dressed, he lifted her - she wieghed much less now - into her power wheelchair. Doug knew that this exact scenario was something Lisa had dreamed about since she was a little girl, but it still concerned him. The paralysis was enough, but now she was completely helpless. He didn't mind that - in truth, her crippled body aroused him more than he had ever been - but he worried that whatever it was that was crippling her could kill her, even though he had Lisa's vague assurances that she would be fine.

Lisa, once in her power wheelchair, was exstatic. She had Doug recline the chair more steeply, feeling like she would topple over, then had him re-adjust the mouth controls and her legrests. He placed her hands in her lap and they lay perfectly still, like the rest of her body. She activated the mouth controls and the chair moved forward gracefully.

"I'm glad I've practiced with this thing." Lisa said, moving herself around the apartment in the power chair. Even with practice, though, she still had to get used to her utter lack of movement. A few times, she bumped into things, knocking over a chair and nearly toppling a sculpture. She laughed as Doug dove to catch it.

"Be careful, miss Andretti." he said, replacing the stone statue to it's dias. "You want breakfast?"

"Yes!" Lisa said exuberantly. "I want a McGills' Omlette!" she said.

"You want me to pick one up for you?" Doug asked.

"No, I want to go to McGills." she replied. "Can you do my hair and makeup?"

"You mean, you want to go out?" Doug asked, somewhat amazed.

"Of course. Just because I'm a quadriplegic doesn't mean I can't go down the street to the diner." she said sternly.

"Of course not, but, honey - I thought you might want to give it some time.." Doug said.

"I have no idea how much time I have." Lisa replied.

"Don't talk like that, Lisa-" Doug said, looking frightened.

"Not to live, stupid." Lisa said jokingly. "I don't know how much time I have as a quad like this. It happened overnight - it could go away overnight just as easily."

Doug looked at Lisa strangely; for a moment, it seemed as if she knew what was happeneing to her. He shook his head - it was a silly thought, that she knew. She was just as amazed at this whole situation as he was, though he almost wished she would be a little more worried about it.

It took Doug an hour to do Lisa's hair and makeup, but it wasn't a half-bad job. She had always been a natural beach-beauty, really, and Doug didn't have to do to much before she was ready to go. Doug secured the wide, soft velcro strap across her legs, so they wouldn't bounce about when they went out. Her chair was reclined steeply enough so that he didn't have to worry about a chest strap for her; he'd just keep a close eye on her. He gathered their things and opened the door wide for Lisa, who activated her mouth stick and moved the chair out into the hallway.

Doug realized, as he and his wheelchair-bound girlfriend left her apartment, that it was very well accessable for her. He hadn't even thought about it in the crazyness of the past two days, but Lisa's building was equipped with elevators, ramps - as they left out the front door, they had not come across a single stair or inaccessable area. Lucky for Lisa, he thought.

Cathy was tired, her eyes drawn, her cheeks sunken in a bit. She hadn't been eating well, and she hadn't been sleeping much at all - the magic took a lot out of a person. She sat across the street from Lisa's apartment - Dougs' car was still there, and it looked like he had spent the night. She was surprized he hadn't left yet, what with his girlfriend's more advanced 'condition'. All along, she had been planning on splitting Doug and Lisa up, but then freeing Lisa from the spell once he had Doug back. Now that was looking less and less likely, as the minutes ticked to hours, and still she waited.

It was after 10:30 when Cathy saw Doug coming out the front door - good then, it was over. But wait - he's holding the door ope- it can't be! It's impossible! Cathy's head was spinning - how was this possible. Doug held the door open, and Lisa came out, in a power wheelchair, driving it with her mouth and smiling! Smiling! And Doug was smiling right along with her! The began down the sidewalk, and Doug actually picked up Lisa's limp, useles hand and held it - they were holding hands!! Impossible!

Cathy's blood was beginning to boil. Her rage had completely eclipsed any feelings she had once had for Doug. She followed them, at a distance, as they went into a diner. The waitress was all smiles as she pulled a chair away from a table, and Doug helped position Lisa there. They placed there orders, and talked, smiling and laughing. Doug held a glass of orange juice up to Lisa and she took the straw into her mouth, drinking deeply and smiling. Cathy watched them for over an hour as they ate - Doug actually feeding his invalid bitch, smiling all the while. It finally became too much for her, and Cathy went home. She hadn't thought it would come to this, but she had preparations to take care of for tonight.

Breakfast was wonderful - possibly the most wonderful Doug and Lisa had ever had. As doug fed Lisa, wiping a bit of omlette off her chin occasionally, he came to realize that caring for her, like this, was like a dream come true - he felt complete now. Lisa began to cry, tears of joy that Doug had to wipe away, and she said that she, too, felt complete - like they were two halves of the same whole. They finished their breakfast and then went for a walk - or roll, in Lisa's case - down the boardwalk. It was after two when they finally got back to Lisa's apartment.

"What a wonderful day" Lisa said, powering her wheelchair into the room.

"Yes, truly wonderful." Doug replied, shutting the door behind them. "And I look forward to a lifetime of them."

"It's so wonderful to hear you say that." Lisa said to Doug. He bent down and held her delicate face, then kissed her deeply.

Lisa wheeled herself into the bedroom and Doug lifted her gently from the wheelchair, laying her carefully on the bed. She smiled as he slowly took off her shorts, her diaper, her shirt, her slippers and socks, until she lay there, naked and paralyzed, still smiling. Doug propped Lisa's head and shoulders up on pillows, so she could clearly see him, and he began to kiss her, this time starting at her paralyzed toes. She moaned as he kissed and caressed her withered legs, squealed with erotic delight as he licked her mound. By the time he began kissing her stomach and breasts, she was panting heavily, moaning with pleasure, building up more and more, until he lifted her head, caressing it with both his hands, and kissed her, deeply and passionately. though her body was completely motionless, Doug could tell she had had a considerable orgasm, feeling it more in her heart than in her paralyzed frame. He lay her back down and she had tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong, my love?" he asked her.

"You are so wonderful to me, but I can't- " she cried softly "-I can't do anything for you."

"How wrong you are, my love." he replied to her quietly. He got off thebed and again went into Lisa's dresser. He took out some clothing and began to dress her, slowly and lovingly. It took a full thirty minutes to dress her flaccid frame, but as Doug placed Lisa back into her wheelchair, she was dressed in red fishnet stockings, a black lace teddy, red satin gloves that reached her elbows, and of course small, soft socks on her feet. Doug showed her her reflection in the mirror.

"Very sexy." She said, approving of her makeover. "Now what?"

"Now, this." Doug said, getting undressed. He lifted one of Lisa's limp hands and kissed it, delicately kissing each finger, licking in between them, sucking her fingers erotically. He began to run her hand across his own chest, down to his stomach. Lisa moaned out loud as she watched Doug runnning her lifeless hand up and down his shaft. Doug began to caress himself with Lisa's hand, then pump himself, up and down, with it, Lisa watching and again becoming aroused to watch her body used in such a way, even though she had no feeling or control. Doug had closed his eyes, and she whispered to him as he helped her masturbate him. He came violently, dropping her arm and nearly falling over. He lay back on the bed, spent.

Lisa looked at her arm - Doug had dropped it, and it lay there, across her wheelchair armrest. She coudn't move it at all, coudn't lift it, couldn't feel it at all - she truly was completely paralyzed, and even though things would be very hard for her for the rest of her life, she couldn't have been any happier about it.

Cathy sat there, in the dark, lit by a single black candle. Her rage was consuming her; she rocked back and forth with the doll of Lisa, knowing what she had to do, knowing how very wrong it was, how dangerous, but she had to - in her twisted mind, it was the only way to get Doug back - the only way to be happy. She would be happy with Doug, and everything would be all right once Doug came back to her. And that meant getting rid of Lisa. Sick people die all the time anyway, right - and Lisa was sick, obviously - she needed a wheelchair, she couldn't move, how could Doug lover her love that crippled bitch Cathy was OK Cathy was healthy Cathy could walk Doug loved Cathy he just didn't know it yet loved Cathy love Cathy love Cathy.

Cathy went on like that, for hours she rocked, muttering to the doll, saying the charms, wrestling the incantations form her muddled brain. She was soaked with sweat, in tears, crying, laughing, shaking when she finally plunged the black needle though the dolls' head. there was a flash, a smell of ozone or blood, and everything went very black.

Lisa awoke with a smile. Doug was already awake, and she could smell breakfast cooking. He brought her breakfast in bed - two eggs, juice, toast, and a single red rose. He kissed her and then helped her into a sitting position. She loved his attentiveness since she had become a quadriplegic - it had been over a month now, and she and Doug couldn't imagine being any deeper in love. Doug took care of Lisa's every need - and there were many, since she had no movement or feeling below her neck - and Lisa lavished all the attenction she could on Doug. Life was so good for them - neither could remember a time when things were better, in fact. As strange as it sounded, becoming a quadriplegic was the best thing that had ever happened to Lisa, and she owed it all to Cathy, Doug's crazy ex-grilfriend, and her swamp magic. Lisa thought about the day her knee had hurt, when she realized it was a spell and had weaved all those charms against Cathy. She hadn't stopped the paralysis - she wanted that, both to bring herself and Doug closer, and because she really did fantasize about becoming paralyzed, and she knew from the charms she had used on Doug that that was one of his deepest fantasies. Everything had worked very well, actually, and if Cathy had come to her senses and reversed the spell, Lisa would have probably cast it on herself - she was enjoying it very much, after all. But no, Cathy had to go too far - Cathy had tried to kill her, tried to kil a Welsh Witch, one of a long line of Witches, whose roots and powers were lost in the mists of antiquity. Lisa's protective charms had stopped it, and her other workings had reversed the power back on she who sent it. It didn't kill Cathy, however - that would have been too easy. Lisa smiled as Doug fed her a delicious breakfast. It was a wonderful life, after all.

"OK, Cathy, come on now, you're doing great. Now a little to the left." the young trainer said. Cathy was trying to steer a power wheelchair through a doorway, but she kept steering too far to one side and hitting the jam. Even after two weeks, she could not get the hang of the 'sip and puff' controls of her wheelchair. Unfortunately, these were the only controls available to her, in her condition.

The spell had gone terribly, terribly wrong somehow, and Cathy had blacked out. Fortunately, her downstairs neighbor heard a terrible racket and called the police - they found her unconscious and barely breathing. She awoke in the hospital the next day, unable to move anything from her lips down, unable to feel anything, dependant on a respirator for every breath.

It seems fate is not without a sense of irony, crippling her as she had crippled her rival, making her even worse off than the woman she had tried to kill. Again, she tried lining the wheelchair up by puffing and sucking as her instructor told her, having to wait for the respirator connected to her wheelchair to send her the air she desparately needed. She hated this life - her numb body, the plastic tube permanently connected to her throat, this monstrous wheelchair that would be her prison for the rest of her life - a life she knew, as she again bumped into the doorjam, was destined to be very, very long.