It was so unusual for her to see him like this; the thought that crossed her mind was perhaps he was pushing himself too much at school. If he needed rest then he should get it. After that weeding episode, life went on and Tonderai made a full recovery from his exhaustion. Chipo went to her garden during the day to see how it looked like and she was pleased by the results. This was something that would benefit her in the long run. The fact that it was the rainy season made it even better. The crops in her garden flourished.
She felt she could even use Tonderai in many more ways. There was no hurry though, she would take her time. Tonderai had recovered but it still bothered him. It was something he tried to put at the back of his head. Sometimes he would go days without it crossing his mind. But the minute he saw Chipo, he would have flashes of being naked with her and it was not the intimate kind of naked. If he walked past her garden he would feel as though he had been there or experienced something there. Chipo’s attitude towards him had even changed. She would smile at him whenever they met, it was a knowing smile. He wished he knew what was behind the whole smiling business. Something really strange was happening and he just could not put his finger on it.
Chipo had not called on Tonderai in almost a month and she had made him do work all this time. This time she just felt like spiting him, just doing something for the thrill of it. There was a lake that was fifty kilometres away from the village Chipo lived in. It was a tourist hotspot usually towards the festive season. She wanted Tonderai to run to the lake while he carried her on his back. The image in her head just made her laugh while she sat on her bed. At midnight she called Tonderai, as usual, she closed her eyes and once she reopened them, there he was kneeling in front of her. She looked at his strong back; he looked very good in her eyes. She hated to admit it but his naked body always made her blood race. It turned her on a lot, but she had never tried to do anything sexual with him though the thought crossed her mind always. “Lick between my legs, “she commanded. Tonderai stuck his tongue into her bushy vagina and started licking like a dog slurping from a muddy pool. It was so ferocious; Chipo started shivering from the action. Soon enough, his saliva and her fluids were dripping down her inner thighs all the way down to her ankles. She was shaking, shivering and clenching her butt cheeks. Her mind was no longer hers but had escaped her body completely. She was experiencing a very powerful sensation that rose from her genitals to the stomach, from there to the tips of her fingers. She grabbed Tonderai’s head and pushed even further into her crotch. “Lick me harder!” she barked, the self-restraint all gone from her. The sensation she was feeling hit a crescendo which made her fall to the ground twitching and shivering. She lay there for a couple of minutes and then jumped onto her bed. Tonderai had returned to his kneeling position, Chipo was tired after all the standing. Her mind kept on trying to replay what she had experience for the last couple of moments. Chipo then fell asleep; Tonderai was kneeling the whole time, like a statue. He would not flinch unless he was ordered to and he could not leave unless he was told to. He was the epitome of a slave and up until the magic could no longer work he could not do a thing.
He could not move a muscle. The clock ticked. The moon shifted bit by bit as it usually did every day. The clouds drifted in the sky, blocking and revealing the light from the moon. The owl hooted while perched in a tree far away. Its golden eyes bright in the nightlight. A hyena giggled as if it had fallen onto unfortunate prey. The motions of the night time progressed as naturally as they could and Tonderai still knelt. Chipo was as dead as a corpse; her breathing was so steady and so gentle, she was on eleventh heaven. She was not covered by any blankets; her nakedness would have been a sight for a freed prisoner. But she was in the comfort of her home, her zone. Yet Tonderai knelt, his breathing steady too, his head bowed but his eyes wide open. The cocks started crowing and the sun was set to rise. Tonderai was slowly breaking free from the charm. The period in which it worked was almost over. Slowly he began changing position, and slowly no longer kneeling. The orange of sunset became brighter and lighter.
Tonderai had slipped out of the charm and woke up with a jolt. He immediately stood up and looked around him. He was in an unfamiliar room and a naked Chipo was on the bed. Tonderai lost his mind at that very second and started screaming at the top of his voice. He was screaming for his mother, calling her name out. Chipo woke up to the sight and sound of Tonderai losing himself. She tried to hold and control him but he pushed her away with all his strength. He ran out of her hut and ran home to his mother. Chipo could not believe how stupid she had been, she had completely forgotten that she had to send her minion home. At that moment she knew that she had to run to grandmothers or she would be burnt. She just threw a dress onto her body and ran out of her hut. Chaos had taken over at Tonderai’s homestead. He was still going buck wild, his father trying to calm him down while his mother was also wailing. Chipo just turned her back to the chaos and RAN!