The Witch - Chapter Seven (History)

Getting ready to go out was an unusual experience. Alicia insisted that I not lift a finger. She washed me, combed my hair and styled it. She even picked out my clothes and dressed me.

My clothes were very simple. A nice white dress that flowed like it was made of water. I asked what I was made of, and Alicia simply winked and said,

“No material you will have ever heard of.” and continued to dress me. She put a black ribbon around my waist, and gave me some simple black shoes to wear. No underwear.

After I was ready she got dressed herself. She wore a black suit like a man would wear, but it looked very feminine at the same time. She let her hair fall free, making her look absolutely stunning.

Before we left she gave me a black box. I looked at her curiously.

“Open it” She muttered nervously. Inside was a gorgeous black collar, with a love heart in the middle. I gasped at its beauty.

“I want you to be mine; forever. Plus if you went to the club without a collar you’d be practically raped.” She said jokingly, but I shivered. Rape was a too real concept in my village. It was very common for a man to rape his wife when she wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

Alicia didn’t notice my shiver, and took the collar from my hands. She lifted my hair and placed it around my neck, letting her hands linger on my skin. She bent towards me, placing a delicate kiss on my neck. She took my hands and we walked to the door, but just as she opened it I froze. What if someone saw us? She looked at me, concern clear on her face.

“Alison, what is the matter?” She asked me.

“What if someone sees us? They know I’m with you, they’ll hate me!” I said, petrified of what could happen if the village found out I was with Alicia, if they knew I was a witch!

I saw anger flash in her eyes, and I backed away, frightened. She took a deep breath and managed to calm herself.

“I do not care what the villagers say. They are humans, and mean very little to witches. Once you have been a witch for longer you will understand. Witches do not care about the thoughts and affairs of humans, unless those humans are their partners.” She explained and I thought about it. It did make sense. It was like Alicia and I lived in a separate world to the humans that lived close to us; like we were in a protective bubble that nothing could touch. Then I thought of something.

“If you don’t care much for humans, why did you help my father? Why help me?” I asked puzzled. She took my hand and led me out of the cottage and into the forest.

“You father seemed so helpless, so lost. He explained that his wife had died giving birth to you, and you were his only link to her. To begin with I could not care less. He was a human, and you a baby. Babies die, it is no big deal.” She shrugged, but I saw something in her eyes, like the subject touched her more than she was letting on.

As we walked through the forest I expected animals to run from us, knowing what we are, but they did the opposite. They came to us, twining around our ankles and I picked up a squirrel, fascinated. Alicia saw and explained.

“We are not in league with the devil. The fact that animals come to us so willingly without even being called is proof of that.” She explained, and I smiled, putting the squirrel gently on the floor. Alicia continued her explanation as we walked.

“Your father was very persistent. He did not leave, even when I roused my magic to try and scare him away. He eventually broke down. He fell to his knees shaking and sobbing. Begged me to at least look at you, see if there was anything I could do. I agreed, planning on telling him there was nothing to be done and send him away. He gave you to me, put you in my arms, and I could not refuse. I could refuse your father easily. You were a different matter. You looked so innocent, so pure, that I knew it would be a great loss to the world if you were to perish. So I saved you. Your father knew the price and accepted. I am very glad he did.” She finished her story, turning to me smiling. I smiled back, and she gave me a very small kiss. I blushed, giggling.

We spent the rest of our journey in silence, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It felt peaceful and dreamy. Soon we reached a large building in the middle of the forest. It looked so out of place, but also like it belonged. I turned to Alicia.

“Where are we?” I asked her, curious. She smiled, and pointed to a sign over the door. It was a picture of a red dragon. I looked back at her, confused.

“It is a club called the red dragon. I believe you will like it here.” She said, and pulled me forwards.

We got to the door, and Alicia opened it without knocking, like she lived here. Inside it was dimly lit with a red light. I don’t understand where the light came from, and it confused me.

It was a corridor. At the other end was another door, and just before that a table with a woman sitting at it. She smiled when she saw Alicia and also gave me a welcoming smile.

“Hello Susie! It has been a while.” Alicia greeted the woman smiling. She motioned to me and introduced me. “This is Alison.” When Alicia introduced me Susie’s eyes widened with curiosity. I smiled, trying to seem nice.

Susie looked at me and smiled back.

“It’s nice to meet you Alison.” She said warmly. She wrote on the piece of paper in front of her and then turned back to Alicia. “You can go in now. I’ll come and join you later and we can catch up.” She said smiling.
Alicia took my hand and led me through the door and into another world.

The Witch - Chapter Six (Training)

My training started the next morning. I was very nervous, but excited at the same time. We woke up and had a wash and Alicia got dressed. She then sat me down in the sitting room to explain the rules to me.

“Okay, so as you have probably already guessed you are not permitted to wear clothes. That just makes it much easier when I have to punish you, or reward you.” She said with a cheeky smile. “Your punishments will be a spanking of some sort. And as for your rewards, well you know what those will be.” She smiled at me again. “And you are not allowed to bring yourself sexual pleasure at all. If you do, you will be punished.” She said, smiling cruelly, and I shivered. She then clapped her hands together, “Shall we begin then?” She said smiling.

Over an hour later I had my first test. Alicia had put out a selection of herbs on the table, and I had to identify them. I wasn’t very good at it, and she said that for every one I got wrong I’d get ten spanks. As there were twenty different herbs that could mean a total of two hundred spanks!

Luckily I got the first ten correct since they each had distinctive smells, but the last ten were a bit harder. To me they all smelled the same; the only difference was in their looks.

I picked up the first one had took a good look. I was pretty sure it was what Alicia called ‘Margoite’ but I couldn’t be sure. She told me that these weren’t the typical names for the herbs, but the witch names.

“This one is Margoite.” I said certainly. It only got me a slap across my left cheek.

“No you stupid girl. Margoite has a very distinctive feel. This one is Jernays.” She said, putting it aside. Remembering her advice I began to search for Margoite. I remembered her saying that it has a very prickly feel to it. I picked up the leaves of the remaining herbs and found what I was looking for.

“This one is Margoite?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Now go onto the next one.” She snapped at me impatiently.

I finished the test getting five wrong. Fifty spanks, and devil, it was going to hurt. She went and sat on a wooden chair, pulling me along with her and throwing me roughly over her lap. She picked something up off the table and shoved it into my hands.

“Every time I spank you I want you to say, ‘this is Jernays’, understood?” She snapped at me, caressing my bare bottom. I nodded.

“I understand.” I muttered, my voice shaking. She continued to caress my bottom until I began to relax. Then…

SMACK! I screamed out in pain. That wasn’t her hand!

“T-this i-is J-jernays.” I stuttered.

SMACK! I screamed again, but repeating my saying. After the ten spanks she took the Jernays off me, and handed me another one. I had to do the same as she spanked me. Repeating the name of every herb she gave me.

After a while the heat from the spanks turned to the heat of sexual pleasure. At first I was horrified by myself, getting aroused by my punishment! But after a while I didn’t care, it hurt so good and I wasn’t going to complain.

After my punishment was over Alicia helped me stand and laid out the herbs I had gotten wrong on the table in front of me, and asked me to name them. I named them all correctly without a problem.

After she put the herbs away she led me into the bedroom and asked me to lie face down on the bed. I did so, wondering what she was going to do. I heard her rummage around in some cupboards and then I felt her sit next to me.

“Alison, I have some cream here that I have made myself. It should reduce bruising and make it not as sore as it would have been without it.” She said, and I felt something cold on my bottom. I flinched and tried to pull away, but Alicia held me firmly in place.

After a while the cold of the cream became quite soothing, and my bottom didn’t hurt as much as it did. I sighed in relief at having my pain subside.

Alicia removed her hands and I heard her moving away. I rolled over and looked at her. As I watched her she removed her clothes, revealing the amazing body beneath. She walked over to me, and lay on the bed beside me. She pulled me towards her and kissed me with such force, and passion that I was instantly dripping wet.

With her hands on either side on my head she pushed me down towards her amazing bosom; muttering one order which I instantly obeyed.

“Suck.” She muttered and I instantly engulfed her left nipple in my mouth and suckled like a starving baby. She took control of my head and moved it left and right and she wanted. After she had finished having me suck her breasts she shoved my head downwards.

“Lick it, pleasure me, I know you want to.” She muttered again and I got to work. I began slow, licking and teasing her but this wasn’t what she wanted. She grabbed my head roughly and shoved in close to her, so I could barely breathe.

“This is the wrong time to try be the best pussy licker ever Alison, just make me cum!” She snapped at me.
Feeling a little hurt and latched onto the pleasure spot just above her entrance and sucked with all my might.

It didn’t take long for her to cum, and after she did she pulled my up and kissed me tenderly.

“Sorry for my rudeness Alison. You see, spanking you had just made me so hot that I needed release, and I needed it fast. I did not mean to hurt your feelings.” She said, stroking my cheek.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I know this may sound sick, or wrong, but I liked being used by you, for your pleasure. Knowing I have made you happy makes me happy. Doesn’t that sound strange?” I asked, seeing her knowing look.

She pulled us up into a sitting position and wrapped her arms around me.

“Alison, there is some more things I need to explain to you; about our relationship, and how it works. You see, we are not the only ones; and it is not just witches. The majority of us are witches, but some witches partake in a relationship with a normal human being, some with more than one at a time.”

I interrupted her.

“But that’s adultery! It’s ungodly!” I screamed, and it only earned me a slap across the face.

“No, it is not! You need to leave this way of thinking behind. As I have told you, I am a religious woman, and I did not lie. I just believe in more equality than most people. I do not believe that God will damn you eternally for being with more than one person at a time; if you are with someone, but do not care about them, then that is wrong. Do you see what I am saying?” She asked me, and I nodded. I understood it, but I didn’t agree with it. I wasn’t going to say so because that would only get me another slap.

“You see, in my opinion from my study of people as a general, there are some people that feel pleasure from being in control. Normally those are male, that is why in a normal household the man is in charge. But that does not mean that woman can be in control, or dominant. I am a dominant woman, being in control makes me happy, sexually as well as emotionally.

Then there are the ones who do not like being in control. Those are called submissives. You are one of those. Having someone take charge of you makes you happy does it not?” She asked me, and I thought for a moment.

“Yes, it does. Making others happy, making you happy, makes me happy.” I explained. It sounded weird, but it was what I felt.  Alicia nodded.

“Yes, and this is why you are a very good submissive. Some are only submissive because they like it when they get rewarded. You are different, you want to please me and that makes me very happy. Now, with your consent I would like to also train you as my submissive, my pet, as well as training you to be a witch.” She explained. I smiled, not even having to think it through. Here with Alicia felt like the place I was always meant to be. This is where I belonged.

“I want that; very much so.” She leaned over and kissed me with such love that I couldn’t stop the happy tears from cascading down my cheeks.

She felt the tears and leaned back. When she saw the big smile on my face she understood that they were happy tears, not tears of sadness or pain. She wiped the tears away and took my hand in hers.

“I am going to take you out to celebrate. I know of a very nice place which is mainly for witches, but some humans go there as well. They are very open-minded and understanding. I think you will like it there.” She explained, and my eyes widened in fear. What if someone saw me? They’ll know I’m in league with a witch. They’d have me hanged!

The Witch - Chapter Five (Revalations)

I awoke in a nice warm bed, and for a moment I thought that the whole thing had been a weird and freaky dream; or nightmare. Either way it was over now, and was nothing to worry about.

I stretched, thinking of what I had to do that day, when my arm touched something unexpected; something warm, and smooth, an arm. I screamed out in shock, and jumped out of the bed, looking back at where I was lying. Next to where I was a short moment ago was a person; and not just any person. It was Alicia. Her red hair was a tangled mess, and her green eyes were awake and alert, looking at me with concern and compassion.

She sat up slowly and reached her arm over towards me.

“Please, do not be afraid. You should know by now that I mean you no harm. Now please, come back to bed. I was not ready to wake up just yet.” She said, smiling at me sweetly. When I saw that smile something inside me twisted. But it wasn’t in a painful way. It was more like something inside of me was pulling me towards her, to the bed and everything that could be involved in that.

For once I ignored the sound of my inner conscience, and did what I wanted, not what I thought was right. I quickly got back into bed and sat beside her where she was sitting up. She looked at me longingly, but I didn’t know what she wanted. When she didn’t look away, I had to, feeling uncomfortable.

“Do you regret it?” Her voice was soft and quiet, but still it made me jump, cutting through the silence like a knife. It took me a moment to realise what she was talking about, but when I did it didn’t take me that long to think of my answer.

“No, I don’t think so. Something inside of me is telling me that what happened was wrong, but…” I sighed, not knowing what to say. She smiled, and took her hand in mine.

“I know. When I was in your position I felt exactly the same way. Your brain tells you that it is wrong, but your heart tells you differently.” She said, looking at our hands. I nodded, agreeing with what she had said.

“Is that it then now? I’m a w-wi- like you?” I asked, not being able to get the word ‘witch’ out. She smiled at me kindly.

“Time will tell. But now, you must eat.” She said standing up and going over to the kitchen area on the other side of the room. She got out a bowl and put some food in it, and brought it over to be with a spoon to eat it with.

I began to eat, and while I did she sat next to me on the bed stroking my back, my hair, my arm, my leg, anywhere she felt like touching. After I had finished she took the bowl back over to the kitchen area.

After that she came over to me and sat next to me. She touched and kissed me everywhere, making me feel so loved, so wanted.

Suddenly there was a twist in my gut and I felt terribly sick. I moved away from her and leaned over the bed, throwing up violently. Soon my head was hurting, and every muscle in my body hurt.

“What have you done to me!?” I yelled at Alicia, not wanting to believe that she had harmed me yet again, after her tenderness just a moment ago. But she simply rubbed my back and held my hair out of my way while I vomited.

“It was not me sweetie. It is the witch blood in you, it is activating. I am afraid you will be like this for a few days. But after that you will not get sick ever again.” She said before I passed out.

For the next few days I passed in and out of consciousness, so I wasn’t aware of much that happened around me. But I was very aware of Alicia. She took care of me, wrapping me up warm when I was cold, cooling me down when I was unbearably hot. She helped me eat and drink, and even washed me. She would sing to me, and talk to me, even though I wasn’t aware of much. And every night she would cuddle up to me, and comfort me.

One day I awoke and didn’t feel ill. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It felt good not to be in pain anymore. I looked next to me where Alicia lay, peacefully sleeping. All of a sudden I felt a pang of need. Not for food, or drink, but for her. I was hers now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gently I pulled the sheets back, and looked at her naked form. Since I had awoke in this bed after our very first night together we had both always been naked.

Looking at her I felt the need in me begin to boil. I wanted her; I needed her, in a way I could never have imagined. Being extra careful not to wake her I straddled her, and took one of her nipples in my mouth and nursed, like a baby from its mother. She moaned and twisted, but didn’t wake. I moved onto her other nipple, biting and sucking it. She continued to moan, and I wondered what she was seeing in her sleep, if she was seeing me doing this to her… or someone else. With that thought I felt a pang of jealousy. She was mine! No one else could ever have her!

Still being careful not to wake her I kissed down her stomach, paying close attention to her belly-button, and continued my way down to her most private parts.

I licked my lips and began to eat her. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but all I knew what that I wanted all of the sweet juice that was coming out of her.

I guess she woke up long before she cried out in ecstasy, because she knew it was me.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!  Alison, baby, yes! Do not stop! Yes, yes yes! I love you baby, I always have!” She cried out, and then collapsed limp onto the bed, her eyes staring at the ceiling in a daze of pleasure.

What she had said had confused me. She said that she loved me. But did she mean it? Or was it just a spur of the moment thing? My heart ached, but I wasn’t sure why.

I crawled up the bed and lay next to her, watching her come back to the land of the living. When she did she turned to me and kissed me with such passion that I had to believe that she had meant it, that she truly did love me.

Slowly she blinked a few times and turned to face me, pulling me into her arms kissing me with such force and passion that I felt completely out of control, but I found that I didn’t want any.

After kissing me for what seemed like an eternity, she pulled back and stroked my face affectionately.

“Now that is how I would love to wake up every morning.” She said, smiling. I knew there that I’d be her alarm every morning, waking her in the best way possible. All I wanted to do was please her, and the strength of that want scared me.

She let go of me and got out of bed, and went to get some clothes. As she did I admired her naked body. I started with her fiery red hair, cascading down her back. Just below the end of her hair was her full round buttocks. It was perfectly shaped and to me it looked like an upside down heart. Her waist was thin and toned. Her skin was pale, and I found myself wanting to worship it all day long.

She picked up a white dress and turned around before slipping it over her head, so I got a glimpse of her gorgeous globes. I found myself licking my lips at the sight. But before I could admire them more she slipped the dress over her head and her body was covered.

Her dress was almost as amazing as her naked body, almost. It was white and flowed just like water down a stream. It reached the floor, and had long sleeves. She walked over to the door and looked back at me.

“Come on.  We have work that needs doing.” She told me, it was practically an order, and I complied instantly. I stood next to her at the door, shifting uneasily. “What is the matter now?” She snapped at me, I flinched and replied shyly.

“I don’t have any clothes on.” I motioned to my naked body. She reached our and grasped my nipples, twisting and pinching them painfully.

“Did I tell you to put any clothes on?” She asked me sternly, and I shook my head. She let go of my nipples, massaging them softly. I didn’t understand her, one minute she was kind and caring, next harsh and cruel.

“Look, I need to explain some thing to you, and it would be best if we did that in the sitting room in front of a nice warm fire.” She said, looking a bit dazed, as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just done.

She grabbed a hold of my hand and led me up the stairs. I followed her silently, wondering what she wanted to explain. Once upstairs in the main room she pulled me over to the sofa and sat me down before going at making two drinks. She came over and sat next to me, giving me a cup and having one herself. I took a sip and found the drink quite pleasant and calming. After a few moments she turned to me with a serious look in her eyes.

“Alison. I want to explain to you how I was introduced into this life. It is the only experience I have of how to become a witch. I am sure there are other ways, but I do not know them. You see, I was sixteen years old when I first had witch blood in my veins. Unlike with you, the witch blood in me became active instantly and I became very sick. I was sick for a much longer time than you was, a whole year in fact. My mentor, Harriett, thought it was because my body was trying to reject the blood, she explained that sometimes that happens. I knew it would not happen with you because the blood had been in you longer, allowing your body to adjust. So I was seventeen, nearly eighteen when I was finally well.  She was nice enough to let me wait until I was ready to start my training. It was two months after I turned eighteen that I finally told her I was ready. You see, witch blood gives you unusual desires; sexual desires, and not of the normal kind.” She explained looking at her feet. I understood what she meant.

“You mean desires for other women, don’t you?” I asked her and she nodded.

“For those two months between me being well, and the beginning of my training, I had been trying to resist it. It got too bad I am afraid. Eventually every time I stepped outside and saw another woman, I had the unbearable desire to pounce on her, and take her there and then. I told Harriett this, and she explained to me about witch blood. She explained that the only way she knew how to get rid of those desires was to train me in the way that she had been.” She explained, taking a deep breath. I thought she’d continue but she didn’t. She seemed lost in her own thoughts.

“How did she teach you?” I asked her softly, as not to startle her. She looked me in the eyes, and took my hand.

“In a way I found most wonderful. It was pleasurable and painful. She taught me, and every time I got it right she would reward me. She would give me the most amazing pleasure. And when I got it wrong she would punish me. It hurt, by the devil it hurt, but it motivated me to do better. In time I did get better, and she no longer needed to train me.”

“So that was it then?” I asked, thinking there was more to the story than she was saying. She shook her head.

“Obviously the witch blood in us kept our desires strong, and we tried to continue a sexual relationship. But we were simply too alike; both of us wanted to be in control of the other. Eventually it became obvious to us that it would be best if we went our separate ways.” She said, sighing wistfully.

“What did you do about your desires after that?” I asked her.

“I invented. I have always been very gifted, and the witch blood in me just made it stronger. A few months after I had left I started to have visions. At first I thought I was simply going insane with my desire. But the dreams were persistent, and eventually I made what I saw. I used witchcraft to make them work, since it was the only power source that would make these objects do what I intended them to do.”

“What were they?” I asked her. She looked at me, as if I should know the answer.

“You already know. I used some of them to activate the witch blood in you.” She said quietly, and I nodded my head.

“What does this have to do with me?” I asked her.

“The way I was trained, as I said, is the only way I know how to train you; with punishments and rewards. And if afterwards we find we are compatible as me and Harriet were not you are very welcome to stay with me as long as you wish.” She said. I thought about it for a moment and realised that this was what I had been searching for my entire life. The love and acceptance she gave me. I no longer thought it was a sin to be with another woman, just as I no longer thought it was a sin to be a witch. There was nothing I wanted more than to be trained by her, in more ways than one.

“There is nothing I want more, than to stay here with you, forever.” I said. She smiled, a huge happy smile, with tears running down her cheeks. She pulled me into her arms and kissed me with such passion and love that I thought I might faint.

“I was hoping you would say that.” She whispered in my ear.

The Witch - Chapter Four (Paying the Price)

Finally. Some sex for you :)
I enjoyed writing this one a lot, and loved putting the emotions in. Please enjoy.

Sammi
xx

She let me cry, and did nothing more than sit and watch. I was glad she didn’t try and comfort me, because that would have only made things worse. She let me cry for a while, and when I’d stopped crying she helped me sit up, and sat next to me.

“I know this will not make it any better, but I had to go through the same things, only I was younger than you are now. I know you will not consent to it, but it has to be done. So I better get started then.” She said, standing up. I looked at her, fearing what was to come. She muttered something under her breath, while waving her hands about, and suddenly I fell limp. I collapsed onto the floor and could move nothing below my neck.

“What have you done to me!?” I gasped, shocked and afraid. She came over to me and began untying me. I was even more scared since I couldn’t feel anything below the neck either.

“I am terribly sorry Alison. But I cannot have you running off to die. I will take the spell off before I continue; otherwise you will not feel a think which I do to you. And it is important that you do.” She explained as she untied me. After she had finished that she began to move me into a different position. She tied both my hands to the floor above my head, and my legs to the floor, spread apart. She could see everything. I felt mortified. Here was this witch who was about to take my virginity and she could see into my privy parts! I began to cry again, this time silent tears of humiliation.

After she had finished that she stood up and began muttering and waving her arms again. Soon my body began to go tingly, and then back to normal. She began to stroke my leg.

“Can you feel that?” She asked me, and I nodded. She didn’t stop as I expected her tom but continued, getting closer and closer to my privy parts. I was shocked and ashamed to find that I was enjoying her attention! I closed my eyes and refused to look at her.

Eventually she reached my crotch, but instead of touching me there like I expected she continued upwards, across my stomach and to my breasts. At this point I opened my eyes and looked down at her. I was surprised to find that my nipples were hard. How could I be enjoying this!? I kept telling myself that this was wrong. It was a terrible sin, but I couldn’t deny what my body was telling me.

I suddenly gasped allowed as she wrapped her lips around my left nipple and began to suck. The sparks that went down my body to my privy parts was amazing! I moaned allowed, and she looked up at me, smiling. She lay on top of me, I hadn’t noticed until then that she was naked also. Her breasts against mine send more shocks through my body. She began to kiss and bite softly at my neck. But I longed for her lips on mine. By now I had given up fighting, and had succumbed to my body’s desires.

“You like it? You cannot lie to me; I see it in your eyes. Simply say you give in, that you submit to me, and I will indulge your body in its deepest desires.” She whispered in my ear, but I couldn’t do it. For I already liked what she was doing, to admit it allowed would send me down a road I was not willing to travel. I closed my eyes and shook my head in denial.

She sighed, and continued to kiss her way down my body. Soon she was kissing my privy parts. It felt amazing, and I longed for her to continue. It felt as though heat was building up inside me, wave after wave until… But she stopped. I groaned in frustration.

“Submit Alison. That is all you need to do. Simply say you submit and I will let you fall into the sweet bliss that you so badly desire.” She whispered, but I still protested.

She sighed, and shook her head.

“I did not want to do this without your permission Alison, but you leave me no choice.” She said getting up and picking up the tub. Once she opened it she got a large amount of the stuff on her fingers, and began to rub it on my privy parts. Within seconds my privy parts were tingling madly. I twisted and tried to pull away from her, but being bound the way I was prevented such movement. She took her hand away from me, but the tingling remained, and put some of the stuff on the big black object. She then pressed it on my entrance, and my eyes widened in fear. Did she really intend to put that thing inside me like a man would with his wife? I began to sob, and beg.

“Please no! Please I don’t want this! Please let me go!” I begged her, and although I saw a deep sadness in her eyes she didn’t stop.

“I am honestly very sorry for this Alison. But it needs to be done. You will thank me for this in years to come.” She said, pushing harder. I screamed out in pain. It felt as though I was being ripped apart! I screamed and continued to beg, but she didn’t stop. She continued to push that thing inside me until it was as far as it would go.

She left it there, and came up to my face. She brought her lips to mine and kissed me passionately. I tried to pull away, but she would not let me. Eventually I found myself kissing her back, enjoying the sweet attention that I had craved my whole life.

She kissed me for a long time, until the pain had subsided, and the warm tingly pleasure was back. At that point she stopped kissing me and took hold of the long black thing again. She pulled it out, and I sighed, thinking my whole ordeal was over. But I was sadly wrong. Once it was almost all out, she pushed it back into me, and then back out, repeating this over and over. At first the feeling was uncomfortable, but as she continues it became an amazing pleasure, and I was soon moaning with pleasure.

Soon I was reaching the amazing bliss that I had approached before, but yet again she stopped before I could get there. I looked at her longingly, and she looked back expectedly.

“You know what you must say before I allow you this pleasure. I can spend all night and day doing this, but you will only become more frustrated. Just say it.” She pleaded with me, not wanting to continue this torture.

I lay there thinking for a few seconds, wondering what I was letting myself in for. But I couldn’t deny what my body wanted. It was a basic need, like needing food, water and air. Not only my body wanted it, but I wanted it. I craved this so much, craved the attention, desire, lust and love that this witch could give me. So I said the words that I wouldn’t just a few moments ago.

“I submit. I’m yours.” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. I looked up at her to see she was crying also, happy tears of joy. It was like she could see everything within my head, and knew that I now felt as though I belonged, that I was home.

She continued to pump the black object in and out of me, and this time she didn’t stop. I approached the sweet bliss and rode the waves of pleasure until I was exhausted, and everything went black.

The Witch - Chapter Three (The Price)

This is the third chapter of my first story on here. While, yet again, this one contains no sex it does contain nudity, imprisionment and non-consent. If you don't like the sounds of that, please leave :)

Sammi 
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I woke up feeling very groggy. The first thing that came back to me was my hearing, but even that did me little good. I couldn’t hear anything except my own breathing and my steady heart beat. I also heard someone else breathing, but couldn’t remember who I was with. Next came my sense of smell. It smelled, dirty; dirty and damp. Finally came my sight. At first everything was dull and blurry. I blinked my eyes a few time, and luckily they cleared. I was in a dirty prison of some kind. My hands were tied behind my back, my ankles were tied together, and both tied to the wall behind me. Another thing I noticed was that I was completely naked. I slowly sat up and groaned. My head hurt so much!

“Finally! I am so glad you’re awake. I was afraid I’d gotten your dosage wrong for the potion.” Said a voice to my left. I turned quickly to see Alicia sitting on the floor, quite close to me, looking concerned. My anger boiled up, as if she was capable of feeling such emotion!

“As if you care you witch! Damn you to hell, it’s what you deserve!” I shouted at her, but she simply smiled, finding my little outburst amusing.

“I am sorry girl, but it is the only way. If it makes you feel any better, I had to go through it too, and at a much younger age than you are now.” She said calmly. Her calmness only seemed to anger me more. How could she be so calm when she was keeping me prisoner?

“It does not make me feel any better! Now let me go!” I screamed at her, but she just shook her head.

“I am sorry but I cannot do that. And if you stopped screaming for just a moment I will explain it to you.” She said, her voice sounding hypnotic. I calmed down a little, but it left me feeling scared.

“What you are doing is wrong. You cannot keep me here against my will.” I said calmly, my voice shaking slightly. She moved closer to me and took my head in her hands, lightly kissing my forehead.

“Shh, I honestly mean you know harm. You see, when I saved your life all those years ago I had to do something I wouldn’t normally do without a persons consent. Your father was so desperate to save you, and I couldn’t bear to see him falling to pieces like that. So I gave you some of my blood. I am a witch, and therefore, immortal. When a witch reaches a certain age they stop ageing. But the witch blood in you hasn’t been activated yet and,” I cut her off.

“I don’t want it activated! I want to remain normal and mortal!” I screamed at her, but she gave me a sharp slap to the face, cutting off my argument.

“I meant it when I said I meant you no harm, but if you force me I will punish you!” She said menacingly, and I nodded to show my agreement to behave. “The witch blood in you hasn’t been activated, and if it does not get activated I am afraid it will kill you.” She said. I looked confused until what she had said really registered with me.

“Then why did you save me if it was only for me to die anyway! I will not become a witch. I will not be like you!” I screamed in her face, but that only earned me another sharp slap to the face.

“I saw something in you that was special!” she shouted at me, before continuing more calmly. “I saw a pure heart full of peace and love, and a brain so amazing and completely out of its time. I could not let that die, and I will not let it die now. Right now you are the most important person on this planet, and although no one knows it, I do. Face it Alison, you need to be alive, and this is the only way.” She said, and her words seemed to penetrate my soul. They felt right. By now I was shaking, but mainly from the cold.

“W-what do I have to do?” I asked her timidly. I was scared it would be something gruesome and witch like, and did not really want to know, but at the same time I did not want to die.

“We will see to that later, for now you need to eat.” She said walking out of the cold damp room, and taking with her the only lit candle, leaving me alone in the dark.

It wasn’t long before she came back, bringing with her a bowl of food, and a blanket for me. She placed the bowl down in front of me, and put the blanket around my shoulders. I looked at the food, and saw that it was simply normal food. I looked at her, wondering how she expected me to eat it. She must have grown tired of waiting and pushed my head down into the bowl, forcing me to eat the way an animal would.

“Look we do not have time for me to untie you just so you can escape. Food is food, it does not matter how it makes it to your belly.” She said impatiently. I sighed, but saw sense it what she was saying, and I was so hungry, that as soon as the first morsels of food hit my belly nothing in the world could have stopped me from finishing the whole thing.

As soon as I was finished she took the bowl from me and took it out of wherever it was that she was keeping me. When she came back she had some unusual items with her. I looked at them curiously.

One was black, and long and thick. Another was a tub containing something, and finally there was a circular device attached to a stick. She came over to me and placed the objects on the floor before sitting in front on me.

“I am terrible sorry that it has to be this way Alison, but I am afraid that there is no other way.” She said looking truly concerned. For some odd reason I began to cry.

“Please, let me go. I don’t want this.” I sobbed, pleading with her. She looked very sad, and simply shook her head.

“I am afraid I cannot do that. If I let you go, you will soon die. I know you will not believe me, but I do not want that. I care deeply for you Alison, which is why I am saving you.” She said, and I continued to sob.

“But why tie me up? What do you want from me!?” I asked and she looked pained to have to explain it to me.

“For the witch blood in you to because active you need to submit. Not only to me as your Mistress, your teacher, but to your own secret desires. You may not be aware of them right now but they are there, I can assure you; just lying dormant for someone to wake them up. And by submitting to them and me and will be submitting to your witch blood, activating it.” She explained.

“Fine, I submit. I just wish to not be tied anymore.” I said, but she looked still terribly pained.

“I am afraid it is not that easy. You cannot just say that you submit; you must in body, mind and soul. I am afraid you will not like this as it requires that I take your virginity using this,” She held up the long, thick black object. “But once your witch blood is active no one will take you as a wife, so it will not affect you.” She said, as if that would make it all better. But it didn’t. It just made it all the more worse. I would never be married. Never have a family of my own. I curled up into a small ball and cried my heart out, for the life I will never have.

The Witch - Chapter Two (Payment)

This is the second part to my story, and the third will follow shortly. While this one contains no sex also it contains a bit of infomation for the parts to come. Enjoy.

Sammi
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Her home was a beautiful little cottage, deep in the woods. It looked like it belonged there, with plants growing wildly all around it, and some even climbing up the side of the walls. She led me into the cottage, and the inside was as beautiful as the outside, but also creepy. It was dimly lit, only by a small fire. Inside were a lot of charms, potions, herbs and other magical items. There was also a kitchen, a few chairs, and a huge bed. There were other items that I did not recognise. She led me over to a chair in front of the fire and I sat down, she sat opposite me.

“So tell me a little about yourself. I know much, of course, but I would like to hear it from you.” It wasn’t really a question but more of an order. One I couldn’t refuse.

“Okay, well my name is Alison, but you knew that. I am eighteen years old, and am not married and do not have any children.” I said, shrugging. She smiled devilishly.

“But are you a virgin?” She asked me, and I felt confused. Surely if I had said that I was not married then that means that I am a virgin?

“Like I said, I am not married, and am without children.” I answered confused. She smiled, a little more kindly this time.

“Oh my girl, you are so innocent. I am going to have my work cut out for me here” She said, more to herself than me. “I need not ask any more questions, since that pretty much explains everything that I need to know. Now it is time for me to speak. I realize that you do not know much about me, and what you do know is most likely village gossip.” She said, shaking her head in disgust.

“So you are not a witch?” She burst out into joyous laughter at my question.

“Look around you girl, and what do you see? Would a normal person live alone in the woods with all sorts of unusual items? Yes, I am what most people refer to as a witch, but you see most people’s interpretations of a witch are incorrect. I am not in league with the devil, and have never met him, I also pray to God I never will. I am a very religious woman, and believe my powers originate from God. Although I was taught my ways, and was not born with it, I believe it was from God in which these powers originally came from. But these powers also have side-effects, and I shall come to that later. Right now I want to speak about the deal I made with your father eighteen years ago.” She said, standing up and going over to the little kitchen area.

She mixed a few different liquids and came back over with two cups in her hands. She handed one to me and then sat opposite me. I looked into the cup and saw a strange purplish liquid. I assumed it was a drink of some sort, but was reluctant to try it.

“Drink while I speak.” Yet again this was more of an order, and I took a sip not wanting to anger someone who had just admitted to being a witch. The liquid tasted salty and tangy, but also had a bitter taste to it. I did not like it, but kept drinking as I did not want to offend her. “You see, the deal I made with your father all those years ago needs to be paid, and...” She said, but I cut her off.

“My father is dead.” I said, feeling the sorrow of my loss. She chuckled a little bit and then took a sip of her drink before continuing.

“You misunderstand girl, the price is not for your father, and never was. He knew the price was for you, but clearly tried to keep you from it. I am sorry for what is about to happen Alison, but I am afraid there is no other way. Every form of magic has its price, and I am afraid in saving your life all those years ago there is a very big price to be paid. I already paid my price for it, now you need to pay up.” She said compassionately. As she spoke I began to feel lightheaded, and very dizzy. Everything in my vision became blurry, and I rubbed my eyes but sadly that had no effect. My head was pounding and I could hear a thumping in my ears. My heart was racing, and my breath came in short shallow pants.

“What have you done to me!?” I snapped at her. I stood up to escape but soon lay face down of the floor, my legs unable to support me.

“I am terribly sorry Alison. This needs to be done. All it is is a little potion to dull your senses, and put you to sleep. I promise you it will cause you no harm. In fact you will have the best sleep since your father died, and will wake well rested.” She said calmly. Everything began to go dull, and I managed to shout,

“Devil take you, you evil witch!” Before falling into a deep sleep. But I fear it came out no more than a whisper.

The Witch - Chapter one (First Meet)

Hello, and welcome to my first story.
This is only the first part, and I plan there to be more. While this one involved no sex it's the start to a very promising story. If you don't read this the other parts will make little to no sense to you. Please leave comments and constructive critism is welcome.
This story is set in the 17th Century, so I'm sorry if my dated writing is not that good. I am currently doing a play called 'Vinigar Tom' at college which is what inspired this story.

Thankyou.

Sammi
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I was born in the year 1623, and I was lucky to survive to be as old as I am now. Unfortunately my mother wasn’t as lucky. She died giving birth to me, as she couldn’t afford a midwife, and the only one in our small town who would do it for free was supposedly a witch. And nobody wanted to be associated with a witch.

When I was born I was small and frail, and my father thought that I would die. When I was two months old my health had deteriorated considerably. I was thin, and wasn’t eating or drinking anything. By this point my father was sure I would die, but I was only thing left in the world to remind him of my mother. So in at midnight he took me into the woods, to Alicia Jane’s house, the witch.

My father was desperate to keep my alive, and so did something that the rest of the town would have plagued him for.

My father never told me the rest of the story, only that the witch helped me, and that she foretold that there would be a price to pay for her kindness. He warned me to stay away from her, and never go into the woods.

But that’s the past. I have only told it you so you can understand the present. It is now the year 1641, and I am eighteen years old, and still without a husband. My father had tried to find me one for years with no success. Every man that he attempted to wed me to was instantly repelled and never came near me again. My father often muttered that this was the price we were to pay, and sometimes he was grateful that that was all it was.

I had grown into a fine woman. Long blonde hair, that fell in thick waves down to my waist. My eyes were a beautiful sapphire blue, like my mothers. My skin was extremely pale, and that my father couldn’t understand, since neither he nor my mother had as pale skin as mine.

It was the middle of June, and I was sitting outside my house with my friend Anne. Anne was married, and had three kids. Anne was nineteen years old, and had curly red hair.

We were both sitting cross legged on the grass outside my house, talking.

“Honestly Alli, you should try harder to find a husband.” She told me. My name was actually Alison, but everyone called me Alli.

“I do try Anne. But no man wants me. They see me, and they run for the hills like I’ve got the Black Plague.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. Anne grabbed my hand and held it tightly.

“I don’t think that’s the case. You just haven’t found the right man yet.” She said kindly, and I nodded.

Suddenly we heard a scream from inside my house. We both stood up and rushed inside. We found my father lying unconscious on the floor. I rushed over to him, and saw that his breathing was very shallow.

“Get the doctor! Quick!” I yelled at Anne. She rushed outside, leaving me with my father. Luckily we lived close to the doctor and soon he rushed in to see what the matter was. He checked my father over, and stood up, taking me aside.

“I am very sorry Alison. But I don’t think your father will survive the night. He is very old, and I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do.” He said solemnly. I nodded, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. He left, and so did Anne, leaving me with my dying father.

It’s been three weeks since my fathers’ death, and I was more alone than ever. Without my mother and father, or a husband, and Anne was busy with her own life, it left me alone in the house. The other people in the village noticed how withdrawn I was, and often came to check I was okay.

One day I got so sick of being inside that I decided to go outside for a walk. As I walked, I didn’t really pay much attention to where I was going. When I was finally aware of my surroundings I realized that I was in the middle of the woods. I quickly turned to go straight back out, my fathers warning in my mind, when I heard a voice from behind me. Her voice sounded like music to my ears, and I instantly wanted to turn around, regardless of my fathers warning.

“Hello, girl.” She greeted me. As much as I wanted to turn around, I couldn’t, frozen by fear of my fathers warning. “Do not be afraid, I mean you no harm. Just turn around so I may see to whom I speak.” She said calmly, and I felt my fear begin to subside, and I turned around slowly. The woman who had spoken was breathtakingly beautiful. My beauty was nothing in comparison. Her hair was a fiery red, and fell in thick waves so it nearly touched the grass where she stood. Her eyes were a bright green and I felt like they could see through me, right to my soul. Her skin was as pale as my own, with a sprinkling of freckles over her nose.

She lifted her hand, and beckoned me forwards, a look of confusion on her flawless face.

“Come closer girl, I recognise you.” I moved towards her slowly, and as I came closer she smiled, taking my breath away. Soon I was standing only a small space from her. She nodded her head. “Yes, you are Alison, the child who’s life I saved?” She asked me, and I nodded, already knowing that this was Alicia Jane, the witch. She lifted her hand and stroked my cheek gently. “You know there is a price for my kindness?” She asked me, and I instantly became afraid. My father had often warned me that the price was sure to be unpleasant. Somehow she sensed my fear and took my face in her hands, her face full of compassion “Shh, little-one. I mean you no harm. The price is not as unpleasant or as painful as you fear. I simply desire your companionship. As I understand you’re father is dead, and you are now alone, so I understand that you might need my company as I need yours.” She said, letting me go and standing back, holding her hand out in invitation. I wanted to protest, to run back home and stay away from this witch. But something inside of me understood the meaning in her words. I was lonely, and I was pretty certain she was as lonely, if not more lonely than I was. So I took her hand, following her deeper into the woods.