The pentagram tattooed on my thigh was easiest to find. It was used extensively in magic and mysticism. Some interpretations stated that it meant that every man and woman is a star. The lower four arms are the arms and legs of a person and the upper arm is the head. My pentagram was tattooed with one point up. That was a good sign. Two points up was used in Satanism-- black magic. I didn’t want to be a bad witch, even though bending people to my will through sex magic didn’t exactly strike me as “white magic.”
I kept reading. The pentagram also meant the five elements— fire, water, earth, air, and spirit. These elements together were the sum total of the universe. My pentagram was open without a circle around it, which meant active and direct. I guessed sex magic was pretty active.
Then I looked up the six pointed star, the Star of David tattoo on my hip. It was called Solomon’s Seal and represented the elements of fire and water. Fire pointed up and water pointed down. It meant a union of opposites— the alchemy of balanced forces. That made sense for a sex witch. Sex was all about balancing opposites. There was almost always a dominant and submissive force in every sexual encounter.
Then I tried to find what the brands meant. The X I had on my side meant something along the lines of love and relationships. It was about connections. I assumed that meant my connection to Alexi. It was a gift between lovers. Like a ring in a wedding.
The sideways square on my spine was related to sexual energy, increasing lust. It was a male symbol that meant growth and life. That made sense. Sexual energy, lust. My sexual power had increased a thousand times since receiving the brand.
The new brands on my breast and on my side were a little obscured because they were swollen, but the one under my breast looked like an arrow pointing up. It meant something along the lines of— warrior, courage, and self sacrifice. The intersecting L’s on my side meant something about legalities and harvest and something about good fortune.
I’d never been very interested in occult stuff before I’d come to Ukraine and met Alexi. It was as foreign as the language. Most of the symbols came from traditional western witchcraft. I wondered why his coven used western symbols on me. I’d have to ask him when he returned.
Alexi came through the front door was the sun was setting. I was still sitting in his office reading about witchcraft. I felt a little stupid. I’d already been initiated into an ancient coven and was getting my information from Wikipedia. I stood and smiled at him. I was hungry from studying all day, but Alexi had carried in a bag of take out. It was sushi— my favorite. I put the trays out on the dining room table as he poured himself a glass of bourbon and sat down next to me.
“How are you?” I asked reluctantly.
“Good,” he said, giving me a tired half smile, “How was your day. Did you learn anything from the grimoire?”
“Eh… No. It’s in Russian.” His face contorted, realizing his mistake. I didn’t rub it in. “But,” I said quickly, “I read some things on the Internet. I learned what the symbols mean.”
“Ah, my resourceful Julia. Do you have any questions?”
“Well. Kind of. My main question is— what kind of magic do you use. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"
“Good and bad are subjective terms. But for clarification-- even with mind or sex magic, we can never take anything from someone they would not be willing to give under different circumstances. That is why the issue with Boris it touchy. He is an evil man. The question is if there are any circumstances under which he would hand over the deed without his demands being met. I have been conversing with Victor and others about the correct path to take. I had hoped to solve this with Dominica. But it appears she was being used as a front."
"I see. So with the cop and the office woman, it wasn't beyond what they would do under different circumstances."
"Exactly."
"I have another question. I also noticed that all the tattoos and brands I have are from Western European occult traditions. Where does your coven practice?"
"We used the Runes on you because they are most closely related to your ancestry. We practice a mixture of old Slovic witchcraft and new world Themetic ceremonial magic. "
"I see. How did you get into all this?"
"My parents and grandparents secretly practiced the old gypsy customs which were handed down to me. As I grew older, I became much more interested in learning academically based magical traditions. I studied everything I could find. About ten years ago, I met Victor. We were both young, but he had grown up in the coven. He introduced me to the order, and I was accepted. Victor’s coven is an offshoot of his parent’s coven. We are mostly younger, new Ukraine witches. We mix magic. We create our own rituals. And, we have all become quite successful in the world.”
“And now I’m a part of the order?”
“Yes.”
“But why all the bondage and sex rituals.”
“Sex magic is one of the most potent forms of magic there is. You are naturally gifted. And you must gain your power through sex ritual. The restraint, pain, and fear coupled with the sexual arousal heightens the ceremony considerably. The only other way would take many years.”
“Do I need to learn spells or anything?”
“In time. Now your power will grow naturally, and with the rituals I perform over you. Later, I will teach you more. But for now it is better to keep it simple.”
I picked up a sushi roll in my chopsticks and shoved it in my mouth. I could feel the power increasing inside me. I liked it. Part of me disliked losing control during the rituals. It was intense and overwhelming. It gripped me at every level of being. I had to submit so much of myself, my consciousness, my very identity to allow it to happen. My mind was usually mush as I accepted whatever treatment he used in his dark art.
My pussy swelled thinking of the extent of my submission. I knew I was my own woman, I knew Alexi respected me, I could do as I wanted. This was my choice. But in order to move forward and to gain my full power, utter submission was required of me. And I had a feeling I had only seen the beginning of what would be required.
“You are much stronger now. And that is why I will pose this question. I leave the decision to you because the outcome could be dangerous. I am leaving tomorrow for Moscow. I must meet Boris and deal with whatever he has in store for me. I refuse to pay him. I will use whatever magic I can. But, I know that if you go to Boris, and probably his men, you will have a much greater chance of disarming them all.”
“Ok.”
“You must understand, my Darling, that it will probably require you to fuck every one of them. I loathe the idea of all those brutes having you, but I know you have the strength and the power. It will flood you will sex energy. The fear, the danger. It is part of what makes your power grow. But, I will not put you in that position if there is any doubt in your mind.”
I looked at his face. He was earnest. I wanted to please him. I wanted to help him. He had given me so much. At that moment I felt there was nothing I couldn’t do. It was as if I owned the world-- it was mine to consume and to find pleasure in. I took a sip of Chardonnay.
“Moscow here we come.”
Follow Julia and Alexi in the next episode of Spellbound: Gripped
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