PeterVincentTGVK
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This might be part 1 of a new series. Please let me know what you think.
The faint moonlight shone through the far right window of the living room in Madame Salem's aging manor. By aging manor, of course I mean trailer home. Seems that nobody had any need for psychics, much less a gypsy, much much less a gypsy and psychic that many of the town believed was a witch. Madame Salem, or rather Belinda Salem, as she preferred to be called, was flipping through an old book of incantations and rites. She was starting to lose her youthful looks, as well as money.
Suddenly she found an interesting page in the book. Adorned with illustrations of feathers and an even more interesting inscription:
To steal the youth of one so young
Genuine mirth must escape their tongue
And if it's fortune that you seek
Use the touch that makes all weak...
Belinda was about to read the rest but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Just a minute!” She called out as she threw a red and black velvet robe over her body. She raced to the door and flung it open to reveal a good looking young man in his 20's. He looked a little flustered.
“Hi... uh... is this Madame Silin's?”
“Salem”. She corrected him.
“Oh right... like the witch thing.”
Belinda shrugged.
“Yes, like the witch thing. Are you here for a reading?”
“Yeah!”
“Won't you please come in, and all will be revealed.” Belinda stepped back and allowed the young man into her home. He gazed at all of the stuff Belinda had. She seemed to be a borderline hoarder. Of course, he would not understand that she had once had a much more spacious home.
“Have a seat.” She gestured to a table with a crystal ball resting on the center.
“No problemo.” He sat and she then sat herself opposite of him.
She asked him to place his hands in hers. He did so accordingly.
She began muttering some incoherent chant and looked into the crystal ball. What she saw, she would not let him know, but it made her smile an unreadable smile. She became lost in what she was witnessing... until she realized that he had pulled his hands away and was recording her with his phone. He then reached out and pulled her robe out to reveal her right breast. She screamed in shock and humiliation as he jumped up and ran out the door.
“I got it. I got a pic of the witches fucking tit!” He jumped into a car with two other guys. They werent there when Belinda had let him in. They must have been hiding. She shouted multiple curses at him before remembering what she had seen in the crystal ball. Normally a reading would encompass a person's past, present, and future. However the reading was interrupted and she had only gotten a few glimpses into his past. She had seen one thing over and over again. A mother and older sisters playing with the young man. Tickling him until he cried. Belinda smiled. Maybe there was a way to profit from this douchebag.
She went back to her book and realized that the inscription was actually a spell that could be used to call upon a spirit. A demon spirit that could steal the youth of somebody through means of forcing laughter from them. It was all to perfect. She decided to call on the demon.
She followed the books instructions and placed feathers of all colors of the rainbow in a pentagram. In the center she placed a young kitten. The youth and softness of the creature represented the sensitivity of the victim. She muttered another chant and all of the lights in her home went out. The demon was summoned and she only had to wait.
The young man, William, or Billy The Kid as he was called, had returned home to his apartment that he shared with his roommate, Jeff. William was called Billy The Kid because of his constant acts of immaturity. His family and friends truly believed that he would never really grow up. Jeff was out at the moment but his slutty girlfriend, Sammie was hanging out in the front room getting plastered in front of her computer. William snuck in and yelled BOO! right behind her. Sammie jumped and pulled her shirt up to conceal that her double D's had nearly flung right out of her top.
“Fuck you Billy!”
“Serves you right for being lazy.” William gave her the finger and walked into his bedroom. He decided to change clothes. He completely stripped down and then put on some pajama pants before assuming the position, so to speak, on the bed with his laptop. Some porn before bed seemed like a good idea. He went to his favorite site, Ticklingforum.com. He started pleasuring himself before his computer screen started to flicker. Before he knew it. There was a video image of a very attractive and busty brunette. In the screen, he could see her navel to the top of her head. A pink satin bra was the only thing covering her.
“Hey there Billy!” She said with a very chipper tone.
William was certainly confused, but also very drunk.
“Well hey there, yourself.” He responded with an obnoxious tone.
“You've been a very naughty boy.” She wagged her finger at him as he suddenly felt a poke in his left lower rib.
“Hehe hey! What the fuck was that? Sammie!”
“She can't hear you, hon.” The woman on the screen replied. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Heather Feathers. And I am here to pump you up!” She said that last part with a joking flex of her muscles. “Or should I say... Jump you up!”
With 'jump you up', William felt two index fingers prod into his hips like jumper cables. William jumped and yelped!
“Uh uh uh, can't have you squirming about, wiggle worm.” Heather crinkled her nose on William's computer screen like Tabitha on Bewitched and suddenly, William's body fell flat on the bed. He couldn't move. The laptop started to levitate and position itself in middair so that Heather's face was facing William's.
“It's time to prank the prankster, Mr. Kid...”
The faint moonlight shone through the far right window of the living room in Madame Salem's aging manor. By aging manor, of course I mean trailer home. Seems that nobody had any need for psychics, much less a gypsy, much much less a gypsy and psychic that many of the town believed was a witch. Madame Salem, or rather Belinda Salem, as she preferred to be called, was flipping through an old book of incantations and rites. She was starting to lose her youthful looks, as well as money.
Suddenly she found an interesting page in the book. Adorned with illustrations of feathers and an even more interesting inscription:
To steal the youth of one so young
Genuine mirth must escape their tongue
And if it's fortune that you seek
Use the touch that makes all weak...
Belinda was about to read the rest but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Just a minute!” She called out as she threw a red and black velvet robe over her body. She raced to the door and flung it open to reveal a good looking young man in his 20's. He looked a little flustered.
“Hi... uh... is this Madame Silin's?”
“Salem”. She corrected him.
“Oh right... like the witch thing.”
Belinda shrugged.
“Yes, like the witch thing. Are you here for a reading?”
“Yeah!”
“Won't you please come in, and all will be revealed.” Belinda stepped back and allowed the young man into her home. He gazed at all of the stuff Belinda had. She seemed to be a borderline hoarder. Of course, he would not understand that she had once had a much more spacious home.
“Have a seat.” She gestured to a table with a crystal ball resting on the center.
“No problemo.” He sat and she then sat herself opposite of him.
She asked him to place his hands in hers. He did so accordingly.
She began muttering some incoherent chant and looked into the crystal ball. What she saw, she would not let him know, but it made her smile an unreadable smile. She became lost in what she was witnessing... until she realized that he had pulled his hands away and was recording her with his phone. He then reached out and pulled her robe out to reveal her right breast. She screamed in shock and humiliation as he jumped up and ran out the door.
“I got it. I got a pic of the witches fucking tit!” He jumped into a car with two other guys. They werent there when Belinda had let him in. They must have been hiding. She shouted multiple curses at him before remembering what she had seen in the crystal ball. Normally a reading would encompass a person's past, present, and future. However the reading was interrupted and she had only gotten a few glimpses into his past. She had seen one thing over and over again. A mother and older sisters playing with the young man. Tickling him until he cried. Belinda smiled. Maybe there was a way to profit from this douchebag.
She went back to her book and realized that the inscription was actually a spell that could be used to call upon a spirit. A demon spirit that could steal the youth of somebody through means of forcing laughter from them. It was all to perfect. She decided to call on the demon.
She followed the books instructions and placed feathers of all colors of the rainbow in a pentagram. In the center she placed a young kitten. The youth and softness of the creature represented the sensitivity of the victim. She muttered another chant and all of the lights in her home went out. The demon was summoned and she only had to wait.
The young man, William, or Billy The Kid as he was called, had returned home to his apartment that he shared with his roommate, Jeff. William was called Billy The Kid because of his constant acts of immaturity. His family and friends truly believed that he would never really grow up. Jeff was out at the moment but his slutty girlfriend, Sammie was hanging out in the front room getting plastered in front of her computer. William snuck in and yelled BOO! right behind her. Sammie jumped and pulled her shirt up to conceal that her double D's had nearly flung right out of her top.
“Fuck you Billy!”
“Serves you right for being lazy.” William gave her the finger and walked into his bedroom. He decided to change clothes. He completely stripped down and then put on some pajama pants before assuming the position, so to speak, on the bed with his laptop. Some porn before bed seemed like a good idea. He went to his favorite site, Ticklingforum.com. He started pleasuring himself before his computer screen started to flicker. Before he knew it. There was a video image of a very attractive and busty brunette. In the screen, he could see her navel to the top of her head. A pink satin bra was the only thing covering her.
“Hey there Billy!” She said with a very chipper tone.
William was certainly confused, but also very drunk.
“Well hey there, yourself.” He responded with an obnoxious tone.
“You've been a very naughty boy.” She wagged her finger at him as he suddenly felt a poke in his left lower rib.
“Hehe hey! What the fuck was that? Sammie!”
“She can't hear you, hon.” The woman on the screen replied. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Heather Feathers. And I am here to pump you up!” She said that last part with a joking flex of her muscles. “Or should I say... Jump you up!”
With 'jump you up', William felt two index fingers prod into his hips like jumper cables. William jumped and yelped!
“Uh uh uh, can't have you squirming about, wiggle worm.” Heather crinkled her nose on William's computer screen like Tabitha on Bewitched and suddenly, William's body fell flat on the bed. He couldn't move. The laptop started to levitate and position itself in middair so that Heather's face was facing William's.
“It's time to prank the prankster, Mr. Kid...”
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