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Damn Witches. (fff/f) (Also a wee bit explicit)

iisme36

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So here's a story I wrote and archangusblue helpeded me edit it and refine it a bit. Major thanks to him :)
There's probably gonna be a part two, we'll see.
Enjoy.

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Sarah froze, her muscles tensing as she strained to listen through the thunder of her own heartbeat, raging in her ears. For a few minutes that seemed to drag on forever, there was silence. She began to relax again, breathing a bit slower and pulling the covers back up around her when she heard a creak.

The young woman’s eyes widened as her firsts clutched reflexively at her covers, a chill beginning to run down her spine. A palatable darkness began to fill the air, a black on black like night’s own shadow swirling towards her bed. Blinking, straining her eyes, she couldn’t be sure she was really seeing this. Then, she felt a brush, a feather-like touch on her mind and she knew that she was not alone. As she felt the tingle spread through her skull, she jumped up from the bed, ready to defend herself.

The darkness seemed to gather, bunching and gathering mass when suddenly there were three shapely figures, standing shoulder to shoulder and cutting the young woman off from the rest of the room.

“Who are you?” There was venom lacing Sarah’s words as her lip curled in a defiant snarl. She could feel that these people meant her no good and she began to gather energy to herself even as they continued to move forward, silent and solid now, taking slow steps. Sarah back up as far as she could, coming up against the wall and then hurled all the force she had managed to collect at the three, her mind screaming at her to get away. Dashing past them towards the door, she had a moment of fleeting hope that she would get away, but it was squashed as one of the figures beat her there.

Eyes hungry, the one looming over the doorway reached out to catch Sarah as she was unable to stop her momentum and she screamed as it snaked its arms around her, trapping her in an iron embrace.She struggled desperately for a moment, shrieking to be released, when the others approached. One of them touched the struggling young woman and, distracted, Sarah was not prepared to defend herself as it seeped into her mind and the world began to fade into darkness. She struggled feebly at the force pulling her further and further away, but the shadow spread like a blot of ink on a blank canvas and she fell, clutching at the shadow in her mind.

Sarah awoke to the sound of rushing water. She grumbled, trying to clear her groggy mind and rub the sleep from her eyes but started as she realized that she couldn’t move her arms. Looking up, she saw that she was bound by soft rope at her wrists and elbows, severely limiting her ability to move. Pulling at her legs, she found them similarly bound and now that she was more awake, she realized that the cool hardness beneath her was a smooth stone slab. She was in a dimly lit cavern, from what little she could see of it, the walls and roof all appearing worn by centuries of water rather than carved.

“Looky who’s awake, sisters.” The voice was silky, an almost sibilant hiss. Sarah looked towards the voice and saw her kidnapper. Before, they had seemed clad in shadow, almost impossible to really make out, but now the illusion had fallen away. The figure was a tall brunette with soft, generous curves. Long waves cascaded down her hourglass figure and when she stalked towards her captive, she moved with a practiced, sensual grace. Reaching out, the woman ran a finger over Sarah’s bare leg, eliciting a surprised squeak.

“Who are you?” Sarah echoed her earlier demand, glaring with defiance at the woman and trying not to react as her captor traced a finger along her body, feather-light, raising goosebumps in its wake.

With a sneer, the woman pulled away, crossing her arms. “You don’t need to know, girl. You are here to answer, not to question.” She leaned down, her hazel eyes piercing Sarah’s spirit like blades, she said, “Tell me, who is the mage?”

Sarah blinked in surprise and managed to look away, breaking the eye contact with the vicious woman. “Who?” The confusion in her voice was genuine as her mind raced, trying to come up with something that could match the brunette’s strange question.

The young woman let out a strangled sound as the brunette reached out, holding a hand over her bound form. Suddenly curving like claws, the hand seemed to tear down into her, past her flesh without ever touching it, to rend at her mind. Shaking her head, Sarah grunted and then cursed, shoving with everything she had to try to force the woman out. The woman fought against Sarah’s resistance causing a pained whimper escaped from her victim’s lips.

“Enough, Selma.”

The woman who was Selma withdrew, leaving Sarah’s mind with a final contemptuous slap that stung the bound woman to her core. The other captors had walked up, unnoticed by Sarah in her struggles, both women. One was a tall, dirty blonde woman with slender, graceful form and the other was a shorter woman, also with blond hair, and lush curves.

As the other two came to join their sister at the table’s side, Sarah took advantage of Selma’s distraction. She had learned long ago that she could defend herself against physical injury if she had time and she used it now to shape the energy into the right pattern, releasing the spell over herself with a whispered word. The slight glow from the energy pattern spread across her flesh.

“Stop her!” The shorter one pulled a curved dagger from her violet robes and plunged it towards Sarah, gasping as it rebounded off the girl’s arm. Sarah grimaced, not against pain but instead against another sensation, grateful that the witch hadn’t gone for her stomach.

“That won’t be much use, now, Gretchen.” The brunette spat in disgust at the situation, glaring at Sarah. She reached out and slowly dug at the bound woman’s arm where the dagger had failed, trying to scratch at the skin. “She already set up a ward against physical harm.” Sarah struggled not to react but let out a strangled squeak at the touch and Selma raised a gently curving eyebrow in interest.

“Damn it all, Selma, you were supposed to keep her from doing that!” The one called Gretchen dragged the knife along Sarah’s calf in frustration. Sarah bit her lip, holding back the grin that threatened to bloom as she squeaked again, jumping. Selma raised her other eyebrow, watching the bound woman carefully.

“What do you want from me? Let me go!” Sarah tugged on her restraints, trying to pull an arm free. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, what do you mean ‘mage’?”

Gretchen snickered as Selma again raised her eyebrow.

“Do you hear that, Paige? She doesn’t know what a mage is! Bah!” Selma chuckled at Sarah and Paige shook her head, moving closer to Sarah’s side. Putting her hands on her hips, the tall woman glowered at her prisoner.

“I find it hard to believe.” Her voice was musical, but hard. “Who is the mage you walk with, so very often, girl? Where can we find him?”

“I don’t know! And even if I did, I would tell you, you hag!” Sarah’s face was a mask of anger as she again pulled at her restraints. Sighing in irritation, Paige held out her hand to Gretchen, beckoning for the athame. Gretchen snickered, slipping the blade handle first into the outstretched hand.

“We shall see.” Paige turned the blade in her hand, watching what little light illuminating the cave glint off its surface. Angrier than she appeared, outwardly, the tall woman suddenly plunged the dagger against Sarah’s side, even as the girl’s eyes widened in horror. The blade merely rebounded off her skin as it had before, though this time it struck a far more sensitive place. Jumping away from the touch as far as she could, Sarah let out a squeal and then fell back against the stone slab, blushing a red almost as deep as her hair as the three women looked on in silence.

Selma stepped forward, uncrossing her arms. “I think I may know how to handle this one, sisters.” Her smile was cruel as she ran a finger down Sarah’s other side. The girl squeaked and bit her lip, struggling to ignore the sensation as the brunette traced a path down her side. A giggle escaped her lips, despite her attempts to smother it, and her eyes widened as she realized what Selma was planning. The dark haired woman smirked and, shooting the captive woman a knowing look, reached out to pinch at Sarah’s tender sides. Sarah looked away, shuddering, clamping her mouth shut, but the giggles began bubbling up, bursting forth as a deep blush again spread across her face, burning hot as she fought, uselessly.

Gretchen looked at her sister, confusion wrinkling her forehead. Then her eyes widened in understanding and she let out a soft, wicked, “Oooooh...” Selma smirked mischievously.

Sarah shook her head in dread. All defiance suddenly melting away, she gasped, “No! Please, don’t!” Suddenly, she squealed into a fit of giggles as Paige wriggled her fingers into Sarah’s underarms. “Nooohohoho geeht off!” She continued to laugh, pulling at her arms as best as she could in desperation. She had always been painfully ticklish and memories of her family and friends attacking her in the past burst forth as she struggled against the sensations assailing her.

Gretchen, grinning menacingly and letting out a delighted laugh at Sarah’s tortured reaction, slid to the bound girl’s feet. Sarah tried to pull her feet away but Gretchen’s fingers found their targets away, scratching softly against the striped material of her socks. The girl’s laughter mounted to new heights as she arched a little off the stone table, blushing harder when she found she couldn’t pull away. Gretchen slowly pulled at her socks, letting the elasticity of the sock spread a tingling across the sensitive flesh of Sarah’s sole and then giggled with her own delight as she saw Sarah’s bare toes curled, trying to protect herself from assault.

“Oh my,” Selma said, her eyebrows raised in mock surprise, “Sisters... I think she might actually be liking this.” The dark haired woman nodded towards Sarah’s perky breasts, outlined against the thin material of her nightshirt. Two points had appeared, standing at attention and forming little tents.

Sarah’s face felt like it was aflame now and she shook her head in denial of the pleasure she was feeling, hating herself for her reaction and hating Selma for pointing it out. “Nooohoho I don’t! Pleeeehasseeee, LEMMEE GOOHOOOOHO!”

Selma snickered as she rubbed over Sarah’s hardening nipple, causing it to swell even more. A surprised squeak cut through Sarah’s laughter and then suddenly the sound of her mirth peaked, a tortured, raw sound escaped.

Gretchen licked her lips, watching. “She’s ticklish all over, isn’t she?” Gretchen’s words coiled about Sarah’s mind like a caressing serpent, sending jolts of electricity through her that made her nerves buzz all the more. With something akin to horror, the young wiccan realized that her panties were growing damp. Her body was betraying her to her captors; she could feel her skin tingling with their touch and she could almost hear the blood rushing in her ears as she felt a warmth spreading in her lower belly that made her squeeze her eyes shut tightly, in shame and anger, trying to block out the teasing and tickling that her body seemed to crave so much.

“I wonder what would happen...” Gretchen’s soft thought was teasing, quiet, a silky soft sound that seemed somehow to further inflame already ragged senses as she moved towards the bound woman. Reaching out with teasing slowness, the cruel woman stroked Sarah’s toes before pulling them back, exposing the soft pink sole. Pulling at her other foot, Sarah tried desperately to free herself, to get enough leverage to pull her trapped foot away from the witch’s grasp, her eyes wide with something resembling terror as Gretchen’s long nails drew closer to her sensitive skin. She tensed, a small whimper escaping firmly clamped lips as she tried to prepare herself for what was to come. Briefly, her eyes met Gretchen’s and then quickly looked away, unable to stand the evil smirk on the woman’s face. Groaning, Sarah threw her head back and clenched her teeth, trying to steel herself and summon up every last ounce of will she had.

“Surprise!” Selma sang out joyfully as she grabbed Sarah’s hips, her touch a sudden shock as she began to knead the sensitive captive’s flesh. Going into instant hysterics, Sarah tried to arch up from the stone table, her head flailing from side to side in a denial made silent by her uncontrollable laughter.

Not to be outdone, Gretchen quickly attacked the restrained foot, adding a squeal to Sarah’s frenzied laughter. She tried with all her might to curl her toes, but the witch’s grip was like iron. Pressing a little harder, Gretchen began to leave little lines across Sarah’s feet, ticklish trails that drove the poor bound woman even crazier. Sarah wasn’t sure she could take any more, these women were relentless!

“AAhahahaAaa NomorepleaseIcan’ttakeitpleasesstsststhoaahaohaahap!!” The poor girl begged, pulling desperately on the restraints, the soft rope digging into her flesh. The only response was a delighted laugh from Gretchen.

How long has this been going on? To her mind, Sarah had been here for hours, suffering at the hands of these monsters who wanted something she couldn’t even give them.

“Aaaaahhahahahanomorepleaseican’ttakeit!” The words tumbled from her lips as Sarah thrashed in a helpless frenzy. “Pleasepleaseplease-gah! Hahahhah!” She didn’t know how much more she could take and her pleas were starting to become shrill cries as tears formed at the corners of her eyes. It was too much, but her begging only seemed to spur Gretchen on, as if the woman wanted to see how far Sarah could be pushed before she simply broke.

The second sister had been watching their victim squirm and a glint had entered her eye as she visually traced the redhead’s every curve and soft feature. The outline of her hips, the smooth wrinkles of her nightshirt, the way the cloth had started to stick to her sweat-covered body... All of it seemed to inflame Selma and finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. With a smirk, she touched her fingertips to the hem of Sarah’s shirt, looking down at where her sister was working on Sarah’s poor little feet. Her eyes trail up to her sister’s face, curious as to whether or not Gretchen was enjoying her role as torturer as much as Selma was.

Gretchen seemed rapt, her attention fully on the girl’s feet, not giving Sarah a moment to rest. Selma grinned. With Gretchen shouldering all the work, Selma would be free to... Play. She slipped slender fingers beneath the hem of the night shirt, lightning tracing along Sarah’s lower belly, right along the waistline of the tiny shorts the redhead had worn to sleep.

Sarah’s eyes had widened as Selma’s fingers first touched her and now they were shut tight, as if she was trying to blot out what was happening. Grinning, Selma pushed the shirt up a little higher with a small movement of her hand and revealed a white sliver of belly. Dragging one nail across the exposed flesh, the witch got a satisfied little feeling as she saw goosebumps rising along the path she had drawn.

“Oh my... Are you blushing?” Selma’s voice was teasing and had a low quality that made Sarah look at her for a moment, shock on her face, before she looked away again, cursing at the woman who had made the blush spread. Selma laughed and began tracing the word, “blush” across Sarah’s belly, dipping into her navel and causing her to squeal suddenly, mid-laugh, and pushing her shirt further up as she wrote. Her letters were large and by the time she has finished, the girl’s shirt was bunched up over her breasts and Selma noted with satisfaction that the blush had spread. Something else caught her eye and suddenly her grin grew even wider.
“Oh.... Little Sarah DOES like this!” The girl’s nipples had grown very hard, pushing up little points, even through the layers of wrinkled cloth covering them. Sarah’s laughter changed in pitch every so slightly as Selma gave the shirt a little nudge, sliding the cloth across the sensitive little nubs, saying playfully, “Pop, pop!”

Sarah gasped as the cold air of the cavern bit at her swollen nipples and she let out an involuntary moan from the teasing.

“I knew it!” Selma turned to her sisters, looking at each in turn, excitement obvious on her face as she added, “See, sisters? The naughty little girl’s loving this!”

Sarah’s head whipped back and forth in mute denial as laughter continued to cascade from her mouth, though she couldn’t suppress a slight moan when Selma gripped her nipple and tickled the very tip of it with her fingertip. The witch grinned as Sarah arched slightly, pressing her nipple harder against her finger.

What the hell?! Sarah couldn’t believe that the hag was doing this. She knew that these women had to be messed up, but she couldn’t believe that they could be this damaged! She tried with all her might to squirm away from Selma’s gentle touch, but she was tiring and all she could manage was a little movement, side to side. Selma grinned and finished the job, slipping the cotton garment all the way off, leaving her in only her scanty shorts. The perverted bitch was about to start again on the now defenseless ribs when Paige raised a hand, saying, “Stop.”
Immediately, both younger sisters stepped back, though there was reluctance in their faces. Sarah, gasping for breath, sagged against the cool stone table, weakly turning her head to regard the eldest of the witches. She had no idea when Paige had moved away, but there she was, sitting on a boulder, leaning against the wall. Standing slowly, Paige moved closer.
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“Well, girl. Ready to talk? Just a few simple words and all this can end.”



Sarah spent a long moment staring up at Paige’s cold face and she almost gave in. She could feel the words on her tongue, even though she didn’t know what these three crazies wanted. She’d have told them anything, babbled lies to satisfy them, all so it would stop. This wasn’t worth it, it couldn’t be. The torture was tearing her apart, mentally and physically. She couldn’t remember having ever felt such conflicting sensations and she tried very hard to ignore the dampness she had felt building in her shorts...

She could feel her heartbeat, throbbing throughout her body like a drumming against her exhausted nerves and the pulsing through her uncomfortably hard nipples was like a sudden shock of near-pleasure with each beat. But her break, even as brief as it had been, let her start to think straight again. Somewhere, deep within her spirit, a spark kindled back into a flame and her face hardened as she forced her breathing to slow.

“Go to Hell,” Sarah heard herself growl in a low voice.

Paige arched one slender eyebrow and considered. Perhaps Selma has been right, but there were many ways to break a person. “I see.” She looked at her sisters, both of whom were grinning expectantly. “Carry on, then.”

Sarah closed her eyes, her fists clenching as she tried to brace herself for what was to come. Suddenly, she could feel the heat of Selma’s hands hovering over her, not quite touching her quivering skin and as they roamed up and down, trying to find a place to start, Sarah had to remind herself not to give in, that this didn’t feel good. After all, it was hell... Wasn’t it?
Don’t give in. Don’t give in, please, don’t giv--she gasped suddenly as both nipples were suddenly flicked and a strangled squeak broke loose. Almost as if her squeak had been a prearranged signal, Gretchen’s hands returned to Sarah’s feet, her touch now gentle and teasing. The tickling was slow, almost sensual and with as sensitive as she had become, so much worse than the hard tickling had been.
Selma, her eyes burning with a barely suppressed desire, dragged gentle fingers down the redhead’s sides, even as she leaned forward and...
“NO!” Sarah’s cry was high pitched as she felt lips wrap around her left nipple. She twisted away from that touch, pulling her breast away, but the feeling of the sensitive little nubbin being pulled at by her captor’s lips made her gasp again, an almost hiccuping giggle as it both tickled and felt... Amazing. Selma felt a slow flush of pleasure at Sarah’s reaction, catching the split second the girl had been unable to hide her pleasure, the slight biting of her lip before Gretchen’s soft stroking of her toes took her again, sweeping her off to drown in a sea of laughter.

“Oh my... Someone has such ticklish little nipples... And it looks like she likes it too...” Gretchen cupped the redheads large, ale breasts and held them pressed together before leaning in again. Just before her lips could touch the pink, throbbing points, the witch whispered, “Such a cute little thing... I want to keep you forever and make you feel... Well...” She grinned and blue on the stiff little buds and Sarah gasped again, her voice ragged. “This.” Her lips wrapped around the right nipple and there was no escape. Selma began to suck gently, her tongue flicking rapidly against Sarah’s breast, and the effect was electric.
Sarah arched upward, unintentionally pressing her breast further against her captor’s mouth, her laughter becoming silent as her lips mouthed pleas that never made it out. She gasped, breathless, and her legs trembled as she felt a warmth in her belly spreading. There had never been anything like this before for her, no pleasure or torment so sweet and terrible and she couldn’t think, only feel and react. She wanted it to end more than she had ever wanted anything in her life... but she NEEDED it to go on. A dampness had been spreading across her shorts and Gretchen noticed, grinning viciously.


Gretchen reached up and tapped her sister on the shoulder. “Sister... Look at what I
see.” Even as she stroked one slender foot, the witch pressed a knuckle gently against Sarah’s groin and the redhead bucked, letting out a sound that was part moan, part protest, part surprised giggle. The warmth in her belly suddenly surged and spread like wildfire and her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against the pressure of Gretchen’s hand.

Selma looked down and felt her heart suddenly jump a bit as the sight of Sarah’s lewd movements hit her like a brick. She forgot what she was doing for a moment and then, her face almost as flushed as her captive’s, she grinned. “Oh my, yessssss...” Her voice was a sibilant hiss as she turned back to what she was doing. Leaning in, she whispered against Sarah’s ear, “Do you know what we’re going to do to you, my beautiful little toy?” She gripped the redhead’s nipple, gently rolling it in between her fingers. “We’re going to make you orgasm... And then we’re going to start all over again. If you think it’s bad now, just wait...” Then she laughed. “If you want to save yourself, all you have to do is not cum. After all... You don’t like it, right?” She kissed Sarah’s ear and the girl’s head shook back and forth again, though whether this was in response to what Selma had said or if it was because of the torrent of sensations flooding her, the witch wasn’t sure. Nor did she care.

Gretchen had pulled Sarah’s shorts down a little while her sister had been teasing Sarah and her slender hand had slipped beneath the waistband, pressing against the girl’s groin for a moment before slipping further down. A single finger began to tease and tickle Sarah’s aching womanhood and Selma returned to her teasing of the redhead’s too-sensitive breasts. It was too much for her and it had been building for too long.

With a shriek like a bansidhe bursting from the depths, she shuddered out the most intense orgasm of her life and almost seemed to levitate off the table a few inches in her convulsions before the world went white with pleasure so intense it was almost a pain. And then everything went dark...
 
Erotic, suspenseful and detail oriented. I'm honored to be the first to comment :)
 
Thanks! :) I'll start working on part two real soon. x3
 
I know two others have already said so, nut this was terrific, and I would also be very interested in a sequel. Very nice job.
 
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! I got wood!! Need a sweet woman TO...........................
 
I've read this before and I love it even more the second time! I hope you write a part two!
 
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