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The Witch 2/3
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Subj : The Witch 2/
Billy awoke to a sharp slap across the face from Cheryl. He notice
immediatly that he was no longer in the living room. The room that he was in
resembled a basement, but looked more like a dungeon. He also came to the
startling revelation that he was hanging by his feet on some sort of wheel.
From what he could make of it, the wheel was an ornatly carved circle, and in
this circle was a star. He saw that his head, arms, and feet all fell exactly
on the five arms of the inverted star.
"What are you doing?", he cried as she busied herself at a nearby table.
"I thought we were going to have sex.", he pleaded as fear began to grasp his
heart.
"SHUT UP!!!", she hissed, turning to look at him, "I am going to have sex,
and I guess you'll be getting fucked as well!" She pulled a large leather bag
off of the table and placed it on the floor before him. She put one hand on
the wheel and began to rock it back and forth as she said, "You are merely a
means to an end. I am a virgin, and girls in my family do not sully
themselves by being de-flowered by you.... mortals." She let out a laugh and
stood staring at her watch, awaiting the final moments before midnight.
"What kind of sick fantasy is this?", he screamed at her.
"I SAID 'SHUT UP'!!!", she cried as she kicked him squarely in the solar
plexus, "This is no FANTASY... THIS IS REALITY!!!" The clock struck midnight
and a smile crossed over her angry face. Taking a few deep breaths, she
walked over to Billy, who was gasping for air, and began to undo his pants.
She reached onto the table and grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting
his clothing off of him until he was completly naked.
Once he was nude, she took his organ into her mouth and began sucking
feverously. It did not take long for him to lose a load, and she took great
care to keep it all in her mouth without spilling or swallowing a drop. She
knelt down to the floor, and with a soft kiss, put all of his cum in his
mouth.
Billy began choking, and she kicked him again. She reached over and
opened the bag. There was a small surge of electricity that passed up her
arms as the case opened, and she saw that her mother had placed the tools in
order of their use. She pulled out the first item, a red robe covered in
symbols. This was not her first time doing sorcery, so she knew immediatly
what to do with it. She stripped down bare, giving the sobbing boy a good
look at her body, and donned the robe. She then pulled out a large
leatherbound book and watched in amazement as it opened itself up to the page
she needed. There was only one other item in the bag. It was a thin
stilletto knife with a handle that was shaped like an erect penis and made out
of gold.
Remembering her mother's teachings, she slid the hidden lock in place on
the wheel, and then climbed on top of it. She lowered herself off of the edge
and onto two posts near his knees. The posts were on the outside his legs, so
her legs were spread out as much as his, and her dripping pussy rested just
inches above his balls. She let go of the book, and it hung in mid air.
Then, according to the ritual, she took the phallic handle of the dagger and
slid it into her open cunt. The blade now tickled the base of his cock as it
pointed straight down and, due to his position, he had no idea what it was.
She raised herself up slightly, and positioned the blade's tip at the
narrow spot of flesh between his balls and asshole. Then, with a few mystical
words, she lowered herself down, burying the blade in his body. A new surge
of electricity hit her, and she began cumming, her come mixing with the bright
red blood that flowed from his new wound. Billy cried out in pain, and began
screaming. Cheryl glared down at him, and with a mere push of her will,
clamped his mouth shut. Suddenly the lock released itself, and she held onto
the wheel. It started to spin counter-clockwise, and she removed the knife
from Billy's body and jumped off of the wheel as it neared the floor.
With a trumphant smile, she slid the dagger handle out of her body and
began to lick her cum off of its golden surface.
Cheryl watched in amazement as the wheel spun faster and faster. She
almost fell backwards as the wheel suddenly stopped with Billy's blood-soaked
body turned right side up. As much blood that he lost, Cheryl could only see
blood on him. The wheel, walls, ceiling, and floor remained spotless. Billy
looked as though he was going to vomit on her, and she thought that he was
going to do just that when his face suddenly contorted and his toungue flopped
out.
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