I stumble back from a night out. My friend just found out I stole her boyfriend, and I find a gift waiting for me on my bed. There's a note from her, and I just laugh it off – so pathetic, like she's trying to make peace. "About time she learns her place" I mutter, tossing the note aside. I look inside the gift and it's a dildo. I laugh again, but as I hold it, something shifts. I start to feel drawn to it, getting hotter and hornier by the second. I need to fuck something, like right now, or I'm going to explode. And hey, I'm already holding this thing... why not? I rip my clothes off, like they're a prison keeping me from this orgasm. Can't get them off fast enough. I climb onto the bed and start riding, moaning things like "I need this," "Fuck me harder," "Don't stop!" – totally desperate for that release. I finally cum, but I'm still on the dildo, bouncing softly as I catch my breath. Then I shake my head. "Oh no, I'm not finished. I need more, give me fucking more," I say, like I'm addicted to the orgasms it's giving me. I start riding it again, harder this time, almost animalistic. This goes on for a few seconds before the curse begins. At first, it's amazing. It feels like the dildo is fucking me back, thrusting deeper and deeper inside me. Until... that "Oh fuck" moment hits. A jolt of shock that turns the euphoria into something sinister. I can't stop riding, but the riding starts to feel like it's fucking me harder, like it's pumping something into me with every thrust. From that point, it's like stretching a rubber band until it ****s. Tense, exhausting, until finally, I break. It's like the dildo's power is spreading through my body, like hands grabbing my soul, until it finally has it and ****s it into the dildo. My body turns into a shell, ready for a demon to possess it. Like a factory reset: tense... then ****. An eerie stillness, and I go limp for a second or two. I have this shocked, stunned look on my face, jaw hanging open. I let out a long breath, like it's pushing all the air out of my body, and I look down at myself, then back at the camera, with this confused, shocked "why" expression, but with a grim acceptance. Then, another big thrust. I gasp as cum drools out of my mouth, eyes crossed, jaw still hanging open as it drips down my body. I let out a groan and do a tiny sway before falling back like a ragdoll. It's like my soul's been stolen, and my body's just an empty shell as I fall, ready for a demon to take over. I lay there for a few seconds as it takes control, then I rise up slowly with a dazed look on my face, moving like it's getting used to my body. Finally, I look at the camera, give a sinister smile, and wipe some cum.