The Fern Tender (10 page)

     But just as she could feel herself tripping into the darkness, her eyes saw the two massive bookcases turn and flip open into a cavern-like room. Her mind snapped back into place. She knew that she was safe, or at least somewhat safe. “This is the lair. Good God. I'm OK, for now” she said aloud to herself. The journey getting to the liar was never the same, and this time had been even more intense than usual.

     The cackling began immediately. The snickers, the stares, it was all part of the personality of these special women. They couldn’t help themselves. They were rogue people, living on the edge of magic. The dark magic meant they were free but also very isolated. Never truly tamed their souls cried out for love but their behavior prevented it. Now she was staring into their chambers, their world. A place that was surprisingly bright and colorful, despite the small fires that burned in the cauldrons and the swirling purple lights that seemed to come from nowhere.

     Finally the tall blonde one looked into Lillian’s eyes and quipped ferociously “Spirits, my dear! You come here everytime and learn something new don't you? The lights are spirits of the people we’ve called here to join us today in your honor. They are going to fuck you girl. We hope you enjoy it and maybe if you’re good you’ll make it home too. If you are smart enough you’ll remember my name is Veronica, and I’ll be here ensuring you get the body, soul, and mind fuck of your life today.”

     Lillian’s gaze shifted from Veronica to the bed she was slinking alongside. It was a massive bed with messy colorful linens laying over the surface. Each witch had their own corner of the room. The cavern floor was covered with straw to ward off the cold of the stones. Beds, tables, books, candles, dried flowers, bones, the fires, and trash littered the room. It looked more like a dirty witch locker room than it did a lair.

     The stocks in the center of the room caught her eye. They were new, but the ropes from the ceiling where they bound her from last time were still there. “You like our new addition Lillian? Do you like medieval things?” Snapped the dark haired witch. Screeching with delight the three hovered to her and began tugging at her clothes. The tugging turned into pulling and soon she was naked being crammed into the stocks.

     One of them held the top piece while the other two set her neck into the half circle, then her left wrist and right were in place. The top piece slammed shut with a robust thud. Her neck never felt a thing as the device worked as it should where the two pieces shut but left her neck and wrists unscathed. Admiring their captive, the younger one, set the locks in place. Veronica then lifted her up by the torso and the black haired witch slid a bale of straw under her. They then bent her at the knees resting her body atop the bale of straw. Her ass was poking up into the air slightly higher that her head, the position pushed her further into the stocks. Despite her body pressing against the torture device, the stocks were bolted to the floor and never moved.

     With her ass pointed at an upward angle and her arms and neck bound, Lillian felt totally exposed, vulnerable to whatever the women had in store for her. She could feel a gentle breath of air across the crook of her backside and realized one of them was blowing on her. Just then they all began to take turns blowing on her cunt, then her asshole. Their fingers began running up and down all over her body. Their touch felt surprisingly good to Lillian, she closed her eyes and let them begin to take her.

      Just then Veronica screamed, “No! No you don’t you wench. You will not use us for your pleasure, we will use you bitch. Stop touching her you fools.” The other two withdrew their hands. Their hands fingers still moving as they walked from their target, their hands looked like giant spiders in mid air.

      Wasting no time, they all retreated to the nearest fire in a cast iron cauldron that hung by a rusted chain from the rafter. In unison they began encircling it and chanting words Lillian didn’t understand. Their circle grew faster and tighter as their chanting increased in volume. Then as the circling grew more and more rapid, it began blurring their black lace dresses into a dark orbit about the glowing fire. The purple spots that had been dangling around the room began to be attracted to the scene in a magnetic way.The purple then merged with the black streak of the witches creating a large thick cloud of dark colors. As it slowed, she began making out shapes.

     First the witches stepped back out, totally naked. Their tattoos of alchemist symbols glowed a hot yellow against their skin. Then one by one, naked men started to pour out of the cloud. Silently the witches and the men began to move towards her.

     The men seemed out of place for here. They looked like clean cut college aged boys. Their faces wore a calm demeanor and their vapory ghost like bodies were beautiful and in shape. But as usual for anything in the Capitol, they were not very well endowed. Veronica then called their attention and pulled a leather belt up off the floor. She began smacking them randomly. Confused as to what was going on, Lillian didn’t have control now, she was truly in the moment and intrigued by the scene. It was bizarre, even for Ellen’s. Veronica popped the men and paraded them in front of Lillian towards the fire. Finally, Lillian realized she was herding them.

     Moving them from their aimless walking into a line towards the fire in the cauldron, Veronica proudly exclaimed, “Lillian, do you like them? Do you like our boys? Do you like our slaves, our fuck stick slaves?”

     The younger witch couldn’t stand her pride any longer and crackling with excitement, asked, “Do you know where we got them?”

     Veronica then snapped, “Shut up again you idiot I’ll do the talking.”

     Veronica continued, “Lillian, you do know that there is a consequence to all the lame soccer Mom’s of the Capitol too scared to truly fuck their husbands, right? The ones who instead come here and pay us to do their dirty work? I’ll answer for you girl. Here in front of you is the naked truth as to what happens to the wives who come here to dabble while their husbands toil in obscurity in crap marketing jobs trying to insure the financial security of their wives and children. We run their credit card in the parlor after giving some lightweight masturbatory spanking. Then we take their husbands unspent desires. Of course the cheating wives have no idea they’ve just sold us the sexual souls of their husbands and neither do the husbands. The unused desire from bad marriages that lay fallow for years because their wives never shared their secret sex lives with their husbands then ends up here as soon as we swipe their little credit card. Isn’t that awesome?

     We are smart bitches, and we like fucking the younger subconscious versions of their idiot husbands. It’s a win win for us and lose lose for them! We round the men up just like cattle whenever we like and bring them here. Then we just use them. They see and feel us in their dreams but they never remember us. We are more than witches Lillian, we are goddesses. We’re building a whole herd of fuck slaves from the souls of dead marriages just for us. Cool Huh?”

     Shocked at the thought of the possibility of seeing them with her husband she didn't answer the question. Then it occurred to her she never paid anyone for her whims, she relaxed as much as she could.

     “Now, let’s get down to business,” Veronica remarked to no one in particular. Picking up the whip, the first man was paddled into place standing on a tapestry next to the the cauldron between him and Lillian. “Do it, do it!” Veronica shouted at the black-haired witch.

     She complied and knelt down to his less than impressive manhood, took it in her hand and led it over the fiery pot. She began to hold it near the flames, then nearer, and finally placing it directly over the flame about a half a foot from the leaping tongues of heat. The flames began to lick at it almost roasting it. Lillian cringed. The man’s silhouette then began to harden into flesh, and at the same time she watched as his dick began first growing into an erection, then it turned from the pale color into a clear crystallized glassy unit of perfection. She couldn’t believe this magic she was seeing. A good looking average man’s cock was being transformed in a godlike smooth transparent piece of well hung heaven in front of her eyes.

     The line continued to form and the next man took the first ones place. Lillian watched the second man with just as much interest. She had used a 9 inch glass dildo once and the slick hard surface felt wonderful, but it was cold and lifeless and not attached to a man. Both drawbacks to her. She liked the real thing.

     Forgetting she was even in the stocks, she watched the second man transform. Just then she felt the entry of a hot smooth huge cock enter her pussy from behind. The penetration surprised her, he struggled slightly with her tightness and his size, but but the deep warmth of his crystallized cock radiated inside her opening her wider letting him slide all the way to her depths. He placed his hands under her belly and began to stroke himself with her. The hot glass organ coupled with the touch of a beautiful man sent her into a frenzy of moans. The presence of the witches could be intimidating, but she was now truly lost in the grip of a stranger. He pumped her progressively harder, taking care with her knowing his hot size had to be accommodated. Back and forth he moved inside, then lifting her up slightly so she could take more him, her put his head on her shoulder and breathed in and out across her back.

     Lost in the blissful moment of a stranger taking her she forgot about the stocks for a moment and didn’t notice the trail of men that began forming behind her. Each began waiting their turn.  Each man’s crystal cock slightly different from the other, their bodies slightly larger and smaller, heavier and thinner, all different but yet the same.

     After only a few dozen pumps the sex starved man released his load deep within her. Then within a few seconds the next man stepped into her. Now fully able to swallow their size, he went straight to the back of her sex and fucked her like a hungry animal, pushing himself into her with everything he had. She noted the change in this one, his shaft was thinner but his length slightly longer. She began to cum now, just from the thought of beautiful stranger number two taking her.

     There was no reason to even attempt to take the magic for herself, the idea of being totally out of control and overwhelmed by a line of strangers with godlike dicks waiting to fuck her was enough of a fantasy and nothing she could even imagine, let alone ever experienced.

     The third one now leaned into her plunging himself into the deposits the other two left behind. This one began slower, and moved against her sides more than the others, both his body and his manhood felt fuller, more compact. Sliding along her tunnel with reckless force, the feeling of another new one took her straight to another organsm. She lost count of the men as the next one entered her, but began noting the differences in each. Comparing each one to the other was an amazing mindful turn on that seemed to make whole body quiver with climaxes.

     Losing track of the witches, they hadn’t even come to mind after the first stranger put himself inside her. The three of them though stood behind her watching, touching themselves, enjoying their creation.

     Veronica then suddenly walked in front of the stock and grabbed her attention by yelling out loud to the man inside her “Stand up boy! Get your arms from around her. Keep your cock in her though, now stand up while you fuck her. Good! Now you, over here, shut up her moaning. Go around and put yourself in her mouth.”

     The man moved from his spot in line doing exactly what Veronica asked and moved directly in front of the stocks. “Yes, shove it in her mouth boy! Ha! Like it now Lillian, fucked in both sides! What? I can’t hear you? Ha! OK Lillian, get ready.”

     The initial shock of suddenly sucking a dick made Lillian close her eyes. Adjusting her throat to take more him she now was feeling the rhythm of both men like hammers back and forth. One would pound than the other would retort see sawing into her over and over. The man behind her standing up was driving himself hard and fast into her making her back arch with each thrust.

     Suddenly she felt another body. She could feel Veronica wrapping her thighs around her torso, saddling her. She then began to smash her wet pussy into her back. “Faster boys! Faster? I want to ride her, I want to cum on her. Faster! Faster.”

     The thrust and writhing of cocks and pussies together felt amazing and the collaboration began to move in synchronicity now. They turned together into one entity. All feeling the pulses and movements of each other. They then slowed down and for a moment peacefully enjoying each other, and each movement. Moving in more of a grinding motion now they began to merge their motions and their minds. All the desperate competition for the magic becoming one machine, one orgasm they all shared. Veronica could feel it too. She was powerless to her creation too and didn’t even think of trying to control the magic. She, Lillian, the men just let it all go, letting the magic take them together. Lillian wondered briefly how long Veronica could cede her power to the group before she would get her grip back and snap it all back into her control. 

     Veronica's creamy fluid began settling over her back creating a slick space for Veronica to while her pussy through. Lillian didn't care. It felt right, all of it, all of them together. Veronica was now ramming herself into her back, getting bucked up and down, riding her, she let it all keep going and gushing over Lillian again and again. Then the stranger behind let himself go. And the one in front was no longer able to control himself either. He ripped himself back and out of her throat and spurted across the floor in front of her.