You came to my caravan for a love spell not long ago, and I'm angry to find you want a cure already. What, the sexy babe that you wanted so much, now wants you too much now? I bet you used her body, and then discarded her like garbage. I'll give you a cure alright. I wave my wand, turning you into a chair. Dumb and hard, sounds about right. This is your form now, for as long as I decide to keep you this way. You can't move as I stand one leg on your back, which is now my seat, flashing my pussy above you. I sit my fat ass on you, making you creak. It looks as if you can't bear my weight! If you don't, I'm going to break you into kindling and burn you. You can't even scream or protest, you're just an object here for me to use. I rub my bare ass and pussy on you, tormenting you. You creak and groan, that's all you can articulate. Bored of this, I wave my wand again and turn you into a dildo. Again, you're a disappointment. A cheap glass vibrator, and small too. Do you even work? I spread my legs and put you in my shaved pussy. You feel surprisingly good, and I get wet. I enjoy using you like an object. Soon I'm trusting you in and out of my pussy, greedily climaxing all over you and using you for my pleasure. I squirt all over you, and your whole form is squashed by my sex. I cum so much all over you that you are positively dripping, yet unsatisfied, since you are only a dildo. Now that I'm done with you, and you are ruined with my juices, no longer new and shiny, I toss you in the waste bin, telling you that you will go out with the trash, tie up the bag and put you aside. Now you will know what it is like to be used, and thrown away.