Originally published in the Heat Flash Podcast, October 2007

Tituba held up the doll, which looked vaguely like Javert. Her black eyes glittered as she picked up a silver pin.

"Where do you want it first, lover?"

Javert moaned. "I didn't mean to flirt with the girl, honest-- OW!"

He rubbed his backside as the witch withdrew the pin from the doll.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire." She stripped off the doll's clothes, throwing them into the blazing hearth. Javert's clothes quickly followed. He stood naked and shivering as Tituba fondled the doll. The effigy was crude, but anatomically correct.

"I could use the pin again," she murmured. "Stab you in the eyes or even skewer this." She tapped a dark red nail against the doll's overstuffed parts. "But there is a better way to make my point."

Gently, she rubbed the doll's cock between her forefinger and thumb. Javert writhed before her, his hips pumping frantically into empty air.

"You are mine for all eternity," Tituba crooned to the doll. Javert did not argue as he came.