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.