As the Thai businessman pounds into his new wife’s tight cunt, foreign words start flooding into Chaz’s consciousness. He feels his grasp of English slipping away, as all the ideas and memories he has ever had are forcibly translated into a new unfamiliar language. His sense of self rewritten. The man looks down at Chaz triumphantly. “Tell me who you are!” But Chaz doesn’t respond, only a quizzicle look shining through his moans. The businessman smirks before repeating in Thai. “Bok chan si, ton ni khun pen khrai! (Tell me, who are you now!)”
“Chan khue Malai, phanraya thi yindee ja hai borikan khun! (I am Malai, the wife who is pleased to serve you!)” Chaz responds in fluent Thai, the words coming to him as naturally as breathing. As Chaz, no…Malaistarts frantically grinding his… her hips against the man… her husband, flashes of her life as Chaz flicker through her mind. The carefree college boy, traveling and partying with friends. She rejects those memories fiercely. All she wants now is to serve her husband’s cock and experience this pleasure forever more. If this means that Malai is who she is now. If this means she needs to accept that her trueself is an obedient fucktoy for this real man. Then she accepts wholeheartedly. No hestitations anymore.
The all-consuming ecstasy builds inside her, her cunt clenching desperately around the thick shaft stretching it wide. As the first waves of orgasm crash over her, Malai notices the cursed tattoo beginning to fade from her delicate hand. “Aa… Than samee… Chan… Chan kamlang ja taek laew! (Ah… my husband… I… I’m about to cum!)” Malai screams as her gripping pussy spasms around her lover’s cock, her back arching sharply, juices gushing out as Malai feels herself climax. She screams out in pleasure, as a guttural roar comes from her husband who buries himself balls-deep and erupts. His hot seed spurting deep inside of her. Malai shudders and squeals in deranged bliss as she’s pumped full of cum, loving the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by her new husband and owner.
As the last drops of semen are milked from his cock by that still rippling pussy, the tattoo vanishes entirely from Malai’s hand. The curse is completed. She is utterly her husband’s creature now, an empty-headed Thai bimbo whose only thoughts are of the pleasure of serving and pleasing him. After basking in the afterglow, the man rolls off his fucked-silly bride. “Pai lang tua hai sa-at laew glap ma thi tiang than thi. Kan feuk fon khong khun yang mai jop sin (Go clean yourself until clean and then come back to the bed immediately. Your training is not yet finished.)” Malai responds breathily as she pulls herself up. She blows him a kiss before tottering off to the bathroom on shaky legs, cum still dribbling down her thighs. As she showers, Malai examines her new body, recognizing with delight how good of a tool it is to bring the pleasure that she craves. After showering she chooses a new outfit, and imagines her new husband ripping it off her, causing her pussy to get wet again already as she hurries back to bed. Malai throws her slender body on top of his muscular one, smothering his face with her tits. As she grinds her dripping cunt against his hardening cock, one thought sings through her simple, pleasure-addled mind on repeat: “Nee keu thi thi chan khuan yu! (This is the place where I should be!)”
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