I pulled my cloak tighter around me, shivering unhappily.
“Get out of the way !” a black woman with dreadlocks yelled, as she and her sisters pushed through the crowd. They were all dressed in black leather pants and biker vests.
“You fucker!” she screamed at Zebulon, as she got closer. “Release our Sisters!”
Her breasts were enormous. I didn’t know how the buttons on her vest were supporting the strain. Now that she was closer, I could see a nasty scar covered the left side of her face. It puckered the bottom of her lower lip, exposing her teeth even when she wasn’t talking.
Zebulon pulled the prisoners closer to him. “One more step, and I will snap their necks,” he shouted back. His voice carried over the crowd, who began to grumble unhappily.
He was a wonderful negotiator.
When the women didn’t stop, he picked up both of the chained girls by the back of their necks and lifted them up high.
Silence enveloped the crowd, even the blaring music died.
The only thing that I could hear was the chains around their legs snapping and crackling as they wiggled in pain. Their legs twitched and tried to find the ground, but Zebulon wasn’t going to let that happen.
The black woman skidded to a halt.
Scowling, she held up her hands, ordering her followers to stop as well.
“What do you want?” she asked, Zebulon held her sisters in the air. His arms weren’t shaking, and it looked like he could do it all day.
“I need to purchase a kiss,” he responded.
The women laughed.
“We wouldn’t kiss you for all the gold in Dixie,” the black woman spat out.
“Not even for your sister’s lives? Delilah,” he asked, as he shook both of the women again.
They had begun to breathe heavily. Both of the prisoners were starting to turn blue and shake.
Delilah scowled again.
“Put them down,” she said, and we can talk.
Nodding, Zebulon lowered the girls, but kept a tight grip on them.
“The kiss isn’t for me,” he announced. “Truth, come forward.”
I walked up next to him, trying to act tough, but I was scared as hell. The guards on the roof had their bows knocked and pointed at me.
“This is my apprentice,” he shouted. “She needs the Devil’s Kiss.”
Quiet murmurs swept through the crowd.
“We don’t give out the Kiss,” Delilah said, “to non-members.”
“Then make her a member,” he replied.
“Can’t do that,” she answered. “We have a process…”
Zebulon interrupted her. “I will release these two women now, and three more after she is given the Kiss,” he said, “Including Felicity Jones.”
The murmuring grew louder.
Delilah turned back to the women who had formed an arch behind her. A loud disagreement erupted between them. I heard several of the women arguing that they should just kill us, others wanted to negotiate, and a few wanted Felicity back, no matter what the cost.
Finally, Delilah turned back to Zebulon.
“How do we know you’re not lying?” she asked.
Zebulon snapped his fingers. The tarp on the middle truck was pulled off, revealing several guards and three more women. All the guards were pointing their rifles at one of the prisoners.
“Felicity…” Delilah breathed.
She stared at the other women like the savior herself had appeared in the clouds. Felicity didn’t look or feel special to me. Her scarlet hair was dirty and filled with snarls. Felicity looked like she had been beaten and dragged through the mud day after day for years. She was gaunt and tired looking.
“Deal,” Delilah said.
Not one woman behind her complained.
“Administer the Kiss now,” Zebulon said, “and I will release Felicity.”
Delilah turned around to her group. “Retrieve one of the symbiotes.”
“But…” one of the girls complained. In the darkness, all I could see was her blonde hair.
“But, nothing,” Delilah shrieked. “Do as I say!”
“A black one,” Zebulon insisted.
Delilah turned and scowled at him.
“Impossible,” she shouted back.
“Kill her,” Zebulon said.
The guards pulled back a ratchet on their machine guns loudly.
“Stop!” Delilah shouted. “Fine… A black one.”
Turning back to the blonde, Delilah gave her a push. “Go!” she shouted.
The woman turned and hurried into the Tavern.
It was deathly quiet while we waited. No one talked or even moved. The crowd was worried that Zebulon was going to kill Felicity.
Minutes later, the blonde returned with a fishbowl in her hands. Even in the torchlight, I could see something moving within the bowl.
It felt dark and ominous to my magical senses. A shiver of fear trickled down my back.
Delilah pointed at me, “You, climb onto the hood of that old car.”
“Do it,” Zebulon ordered.
Nervously, I climbed onto the rusted hood of a Cadillac and bunched my cloak around me, trying to keep myself covered. That meant that my bare ass was sliding up the car, which didn’t make me happy. The Cadillac was rusting away in the middle of the road . Once it had been pretty, but now, it was an eyesore that was most likely used as a roadblock.
“Spread your legs, Bitch,” Delilah scowled, “and get that cloak out of our way. You’re about to get fucked by a monster.”
- 32 -
I looked at Zebulon in fear, my legs were shaking, and I was panicking. Sweat was pouring down my back and my heart was beating so loudly that I was sure everyone could hear it.
He rolled his eyes. “This is what you wanted…”
I looked back at Delilah, swallowed hard. Dozens of eyes were staring at me hungrily, waiting for the excitement to begin.
“Spread your legs, bitch, and bare your pussy to the masses,” Delilah laughed.
My legs began shaking, as the water in the bowl sloshed and swayed. I heard a sploosh and then water striking the broken pavement.
“She wants you…” Delilah murmured.
I spread my legs and leaned back on the dirty windshield. Tears formed in my eyes, but, I didn’t want to die or have to become a serial killer.
Looking up at the stars, I wished that I was home, not in this twisted version of OZ.
“Farther!” Delilah ordered.
The black cloak fell off my legs. I felt a cold desert wind strike my naked legs, making them shiver harder. I could feel my hairs between my legs move in the wind, as goosebumps ran up my legs.
Several wolf whistles rang out.
Blushing, I leaned back and spread my legs wider, determined to get this over with. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought that I might faint. My stomach became queasy and I could feel the adrenaline pounding through my head.
Delilah’s coven began to murmur unhappily behind her.
“She’s a fucking Sorceror’s W hore ,” Delilah bitched back at them. “She isn’t one of us. I don’t have to play nice or make her enjoy it.”
I heard water moving in the bowl, as Delilah set it down between my legs. Cold wet liquid dribbled out of the container, coating the car hood and my ass with a fishy-oily texture. I could feel it coating my ass and my lady parts.
I just wanted to go home.
“God, please let me wake up,” whispered, but the wind took my words and scattered them into the night.
“Call it,” she ordered.
“How?” I asked, as my legs trembled in fear.
“With sex,” she replied. “Finger fuck yourself, you stupid cow!”
“Delilah!” the blonde admonished. “That’s enough!”
“Fuck off, Faith,” she replied.
My legs kept quivering in fear. I didn’t like any of this. Tears dripped down my cheeks. How was I ever going to succeed?
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bsp; I was going to die on Chasomine, my soul burning away bit by bit.
Faith climbed onto the hood, distracting me.
“Let me help you,” she whispered.
I looked over at her. In the dark, I could only see the shadow of a woman wearing a biker vest with long blonde hair and green eyes.
“Get the fuck down,” Delilah demanded.
“Shut up you fucking bitch,” Faith spat out. “You don’t want to mess with me... and you know it. Go back and join the other gutless whores!”
Delilah stared at her, trying to decide if she wanted to fight or not.
Something cold and dark touched my leg.
It took all of my willpower not to scream and run away.
I couldn’t outrun the curses burned into my body. If I left, or failed, I was dead.
“Fine, bitch,” Delilah choked out. “But, this ends it with us. I’m tired of your crap.”
Delilah held out her hands. “Give me your leathers, you’re out of the coven.”
Faith bristled, but without a thought, she slipped the vest off of her, exposing her naked breasts to the world.
More wolf whistles lit up the air. I could hear men’s voices, whispering to each other while they watched the two of us, hoping to see something… exciting.
Faith had a lit sprinkling of freckles covering her chest, along with a ferocious tattoo of a horned skull with bat-wings on the sides of it. The skull lay just above her breasts. A wicked devil’s tongue slipped out of its fanged mouth, sliding down between her breasts before it cupped one of them lovingly. Below her breasts, naked demons cavorted and fucked. It was a scene right out of Dante’s Inferno.
Jesus, my mind whispered. Her tattoo was similar to mine, but oh so very different.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, seeing her shiver in the cold air.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I always hated them anyway .”
Reaching out, she steadied the bowl.
Then, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out an ancient battered flask.
“Drink this, it will help,” she instructed.
I took the flask and took a deep swallow. The liquor burned down my throat and lit my chest up with its warmth. I wasn’t sure what it was though. I could feel warmth radiating into my arms, legs, and… my naked loins.
I took a deep breath, as the warmth filled my breasts, making me flush with heat.
My hands were still shaking when I tried to hand it back to her.
“Take another,” she told me, refusing to take the flask back.
I took another, deeper drink.
My hands were shaking less when I gave it back to her.
She put the flask back into her back pocket, while I relaxed. I didn’t think that it was going to be possible, but I felt better.
Warmer.
Something in the drink was removing my inhibitions and awakening my desire.
“Oh,” I moaned, letting it slip out of my mouth.
The potion was pounding all my erogenous zones with lust. I almost felt like my soul was suddenly lighter than air.
“That's right, sister,” Faith admonished. “Call the Amoureux Sombre. Call the Dark Kiss.”
Then, she began to whisper to me in French, as she laid down next to me, slipping her arm behind my head. I grew wet, as the potion’s heat continued to overwhelm my modesty and fear, as it filled my body with lust.
Everything felt good.
The world shifted away from me until there was only Faith and the stars above me. The flickering torchlight disappeared and the only thing that I could feel was her heartbeat.
Faith kissed my shoulder. Then, her fingers slid down my stomach, caressing it while she continued to murmur in French.
“Mon Amour,” she whispered, as her hand slid back upwards, caressing each of my breasts lightly.
Moving her body, so only her wrist lay under my head, I felt her soft lips kiss the tips of my nipples, as her hand began to play with the skin just above my clitoris.
I grew wetter. The surrounding crowd was gone from my perceptions. I couldn’t even feel the Cadillac’s cold metal beneath my ass anymore.
Her fingertips were so soft.
I felt the cosmos murmuring secrets to me, as her fingers dipped even lower.
Faith began playing with my lips, getting them wet and spreading them wide. I shivered in excitement, not even feeling the cold wind anymore.
Excited, I swept my legs out further, letting her slip a finger into me.
The potion made me feel like my soul was floating. Nothing hurt anymore. Everything was wonderful, especially my new lover.
Faith slipped another finger into me and began to caress my insides. Her mouth sucked on my pierced nipple, playing with the piercing, as I groaned and wiggled.
It was just the two of us, fucking in paradise.
Something cold touched my leg. It felt like the puckered suction cup on an octopus leg.
But, the potion made me not care.
It didn’t matter if a thousand octopi wanted to fuck me right now… They would just have to get in line and wait.
A jolt of pure icy sex filled me and I quivered, as the tip of its tentacle caressed me along with Faith’s fingers.
My climax was building, even though I should be horrified.
Everything was good… the potion murmured to my brain. Let go and enjoy.
It touched me again, and then like lightning, the creature slid inside of me.
My insides quivered as it rasped over my G -spot, as it sought safety deep within me.
I moaned loudly and bucked, spilling the water down the front of the hood.
Faith’s fingers began quivering back and forth over my clitoris, as the creature pulled inch by delightful inch deeper within me. Little sparks of lightning lit up my G -spot from inside.
I gripped the hood beneath me and screamed in horrified enjoyment.
“More!” I screamed, as all of my pleasure centers were overwhelmed.
I felt like I was floating.
Faith sucked hard on my nipple and then bit down.
“Oh fuck!” I shrieked, as all the sensation. The end of the creature slipped into me, as its body swam upwards into my womb.
My whole body was shaking with passion.
I leaned back, arched my back and screamed my climax at the stars.
And, then another one.
And, another.
They came in such quick succession that I lost the ability to breathe.
Rigidly, I arched and bucked, as I was kissed by the Devil.
I climaxed one last time, and then my body felt numb and limp. My muscles continued to spasm without my conscious control.
I leaned back heavily on the car’s hood and moaned, as the universe kept whispering to me.
And, then, Faith’s mouth was on mine.
She slipped her tongue into my mouth and kissed me forcefully, with a deep and abiding passion. Before she let go, Faith bit my lip shocking my mind with the intimacy of her kiss.
“Welcome, Sister,” Faith moaned, as she sat up. “Welcome to the Sisterhood of Witches.”
- 33 -
I began to realize that I had just given the surrounding mob the sex show of their lifetime. Several men and women leered at me, as I sat up shakily. They had moved closer, so only a few feet separated us from them.
I could see fingers preparing to sink into me. Zippers were sliding down, as the men awaited their turn.
Faith looked scared. I wasn’t the only one who was about to become acquainted with all of their penises.
Clank… Clank… Clank…
Zebulon began shaking both of his prisoners in the air again. Both women began to gag and gasp in pain, as he shouted, “Make way for my apprentice to return to me!”
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