Witches

I was thirteen years old when I realized I had the gift. It happened at dinnertime when I asked my brother to pass me the ketchup. He tossed it to me, and as I caught it the ketchup splashed all over my clothes, staining my white blouse with bright red splotches. I yelled at my brother as I stomped to my room, loudly slamming the door behind as I ignored my dad's pleas to grow up and learn some patience. I stripped off the ketchup stained blouse and noticed in the mirror that the ketchup had bled through the blouse and stained my training bra also. I stripped off the bra and tossed it onto the floor in anger, as I did, the thought passed my mind that I would love to see my brother covered in ketchup. I felt a strange tingling sensation in my nipples but passed it off as adolescent hormones run amok. When I returned to the kitchen table, my brother was standing, four letter words pouring out of his mouth, ketchup covering his face and clothes.

The thought passed through my mind that I had somehow caused the accident, and I tried doing something to him again; this time I tried to have his glass of water spill all over him. When he returned after cleaning up the ketchup, he picked up his glass and brought it to his lips. I concentrated on making the water spill onto him, but after feeling another tingle in my breasts, a little water dribbled out of the corner of his mouth instead of pouring all over him.

That little dribble of water encouraged my adolescent mind to imagine that somehow I had caused it to happen. I imagined that I possessed some kind of special gift, but didn't grasp the power manifested within me until much later. I tried a few things over the next few days, with mixed results. Everything I tried seemed to happen, but never to the extent I had envisioned. For example, I tried to levitate a pencil, and after feeling the now familiar twinge in my breasts, the yellow number 2 pencil bounced pathetically a few times before falling to the table.

It was the next day that I figured out the key to my powerful but limited gift. I had just gotten out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself as I passed my brother's open door, I heard one of his geeky friends yell something at me and as I turned to look I felt my towel begin to slip. I reached to grab the towel before it slipped below my chest, but I was too slow; the towel fell and they stared at my tiny exposed breasts as the towel fell to the floor. I remember wishing that the towel would stay on, and after feeling a now familiar twinge in my nipples, the towel stopped falling and pulled itself back above my breasts.

I returned to my room and carefully locked the door behind me. Unwrapping the towel, I carefully folded it and placed it on my bed. Now completely naked, I thought about my brother and his friend getting shocked by the computer they were doing homework on. After another twinge in my nipples, I heard both of them scream loudly, followed by a string of four letter words. It was then I realized that my breasts were the key to the power, they had to be exposed for my gift to work.

Over the next few weeks, I discovered that clothes did not stop the power completely, but only reduced the power to some extent. After more experimentation, I realized that the power was reduced more by thick materials such as wool and cotton sweaters than it was by thin blouses made of materials such as silk and rayon. I also discovered that bras reduced the effect much more than I had expected. Even thin bras made out of thin stretchy materials caused the power to decrease into uselessness.

I had discovered the key to my gift, and over the next few weeks I used the power to my advantage, always careful to use the powers subtly, so I wouldn't be discovered for the freak I was. At the time I discovered my gift, I was in the middle of puberty and my breasts were just starting to develop, so it was easy for me to go braless without drawing attention to myself. As I grew older and my breasts grew larger, to the 34D I now wear at the age of twenty-three, it became more difficult to dress in clothes that allowed me to still use my gift, but not look like a slut.

I tried everything I could think of, from going braless but covering my nipples with Band-Aids to keep them from sticking out, to wearing a bra with a hole in the center of the cup for my nipples to remain uncovered by the bra. Nothing worked; my breasts couldn't be covered in any form without rendering my gift useless.

As my breasts grew, I tried wearing a bra and not using my gift, but the power was an addiction that I had become dependent on in my everyday life. I made the conscious choice to learn to like the attention I received by going braless, my breasts clearly visible within the thin blouses I wore. At first, the attention was hard to get used to, men seemed hypnotized by my breasts and would stare at them as they talked to me. Eye contact was something that was non-existent. The few boys that didn't stare at my chest were usually painfully shy and looked away from me as we talked. After a while, I grew accustomed to the attention and stares, even finding myself enjoying the ogles, sometimes going out of my way to put myself in situations where men could stare at me.

Even though I dressed provocatively, I never obtained the reputation of a slut and I remained a virgin until I was out of high school. I did however get the reputation of being a tease, which I did nothing to dispell, enjoying the stares my growing body collected from the horny teenage boys and middle age teachers.

At times, I put myself in difficult situations as I teased, always depending on my power to get me out safely. Once at a party for some members of the football team, I was placed on top of a table and danced seductively for them, stripping off my blouse and tossing it into the crowd. When I realized my nakedness had driven the guys into a testosterone driven lustful rage, I used my gift to cause some distractions as I escaped with my virginity intact.

There were a few times I was called into the principal's office and told to dress differently, and I would...for a few days until I felt the need to use my power again or wanted attention.

I came to terms with my gift, realizing that something special had been given to me. The power made me a freak of some sort, but I knew that there had to be a reason I was given the gift. It was up to me why I was chosen with the power. I never used the gift maliciously, except for a few times when my mischevious nature took over and I did some things for my own amusement. Like when I caused the Prom Queen's dress to fall to the floor and the King's pants to drop to his ankles as they were being crowned during homecoming. I finished high school without anybody suspecting that I had some sort of mystical power, never suspecting that I was the only person with the gift. Only recently I found other women with similar powers, or rather, they found me.

It happened as I walked through the mall, pretending to ignore the stares of the men watching my boobs bounce, when a man grabbed my purse and ran away with it. I wished that he would fall on his face, and immediately he fell to the floor, his nose hitting the hard tile floor. I calmly approached him, and as he tried to stand and run, I wished that he would be unable to stand. As I stood above him, I grabbed my purse back from him and watched him run away in a panic. I wished for him to run into a concrete post, which he immediately did, falling to the ground with a thud, his nose now a bloody mess.

Mall security picked him up; as they handcuffed and led him away, he stared back at me with an expression of fear and surprise on his face. I turned to walk away when an older woman, probably in her mid-thirties stood in my path. She stared into my eyes and I wished for her to move and let me pass. After feeling a tingle in my nipples, I stepped forward confidently, only to walk into her as she stubbornly remained in my path, her eyes staring intently into mine with a curious expression on her face. She took me by the hand, I wordlessly followed her through the mall and through the outer doors into the parking lot.

With my hand still in hers, she led me to her car and opened the door. I got in and sat helplessly until she removed her hand from mine. I climbed out of the car and tried to run away, but the woman placed her hand on my shoulder and I turned and returned to the car.

I longed to feel her touch, and I followed her to the driver's side of the car and climbed over the console into the passenger's seat; her hand never leaving mine as I held onto her tightly. We drove away, my hand still in hers. Her touch not only calmed me, but I also felt some kind of sensual fervor overwhelm me. I closed my eyes and began to breathe deeply. I felt her hand release mine, and I grabbed for it helplessly, desiring her touch. Unable to find her hand, I opened my eyes and found her smiling at me, "Sorry about that," she said, "Interesting side effect my power has. Isn't it? The power runs through my touch, but unfortunately it also has a sexual effect on the person I'm using it on," she giggled loudly, "luckily inanimate things aren't affected like that, or at least I don't think so. If they are, I've made quite a few pieces of plastic happy over the years," she said with another giggle.

With her touch gone, I returned to my senses and thought on my own again. I tried to use my power on her, getting her to stop the speeding car so I could escape. She laughed loudly and explained, "Your powers are still underdeveloped. They have no effect on me. I've never seen a case where the power is transferred in the way yours are -- through your breasts, that's really interesting. Jaime has powers that flow through her nose... she has a hell of a time when she has a cold, and Allison has the power flow through her... umm... pardon the language, but through her ass."

"What are you talking about?" I asked innocently.

"You know what I'm talking about. The power you have. You're a witch," she looked at me quizzically and asked, "Wait... you've never met another witch before?"

I shook my head and answered, "I'm not a witch and I've never met one before. Could you please let me out? You're crazy."

Her hand touched mine, and I began to talk, "I have a gift to make people and objects physically do things, like the thief at the mall, I made him fall down. As far as I know, I have no power to make people think differently or affect them mentally. The power flows from my thoughts and through my breasts. Clothing reduces the results of my power." I became quiet the moment her hand left mine, surprised at the information I had confessed to her. I looked at her and asked, "How did you do that? Make me admit something I didn't want to?"

She laughed and answered, "My powers are well developed. In case you're wondering, I'm taking you to an emergency meeting of local witches that I called the moment I found you. You may not realize the strength of your powers, but if I'm right, and I'm never wrong, you are the witch that is pre-ordained to lead us in a fight against evil."

"Me? Pre-ordained? In a fight against evil? I don't think so. I need to go now. Let me out up here and I'll take a cab," I said not wanting to have anything to do with fights against evil. "I'm just an accountant, nobody special."

"Listen... what's your name again?"

"Sabrina," I answered with a giggle.

"No, really. What's your name?" She asked again seriously.

"Okay, my name's Samantha."

She looked at me and shook her head, her eyes boring into mine.

"Broom Hilda?" I answered, "Helga, aren't those normal witch names?" I asked sarcastically.

"That's what people think. All -- make that most -- witches are normal women with normal names. My name is Mary, that's a great name for a witch isn't it? Mary Smith, that's me."

"Mary Smith?" I asked, "Mary Smith? I would have guessed you for something more exotic, maybe like..." I paused and examined her. Her short black hair barely touched her shoulders, her nose a cute button delicately placed below bright green eyes. She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a tight Gap type T-shirt, which did little to hide her curves. "Veronica, or maybe Brittany... but Mary? I never would have guessed that, especially Mary Smith. It sounds so... so... I don't know... fake."

"Tell me about it, I've had to live with it my whole life," she said exasperatedly. "So are you going to tell me or not?"

"Tell you what?" I asked

"Your name. Or am I going to have to make you tell me?"

"Amber Locke. But I get to change it now, right? I get to have a cool witch name now instead of a name that sounds like it belongs to a porn star. I want to be called Celeste; it sounds like a witchy name to me, you know, like celestial, the moon, mysterious {the reviewer, bad novel writer] and darkness. Just the sound of it, like Sabrina, Samantha or Naomi, is really cool and witchy to me. What do you think?" I asked, "What's your witch name?"

She looked at me with a dumbfounded look on her face and said, "You've been watching too many bad movies. We just use our given names. I'm Mary, and at the meeting you'll meet Allison, Jessica and Maria among others; there are twelve of us."

"If I were in charge, I'd make up new names for everybody."

"No you won't."

"What do you mean, 'no I won't.' If I was in charge, I would give everybody new names. You could be Veronica, you look like a Veronica."

She shook her head and looked at me, "No you won't. If you are the person I think you are, you'll be in charge soon, but the Book says that we have to use our given names."

"Wait... If I'm in charge, that means I get to do whatever I want, right? Why should I have to do whatever a stupid book says?"

"The Book is magical, filled with a very powerful force. Even if we wanted to defy it, we couldn't."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," she said, "See that big castle like building up ahead? The one with the big spires made out of gray bricks," she explained as if there were more than one castle within sight.

"Yeah." I answered, "That looks like a great place for witches to have a meeting.

"That's not where we're going, but there's a great Italian restaurant a block from there where the meeting's gonna take place. It's owned by one of us, Maria Giovagnili."

"I've heard of her," I said. "Isn't she the woman who sued the city over the cat leash ordinance? The one that stood topless outside her restaurant with other topless women causing accidents at the intersection until the ordinance was removed, replaced by one against topless women gathering in public places."

"Yeah, that's Maria," Mary said with a loud laugh, "She has like a hundred cats and would have gone broke buying leashes for all of them. She's more than a little stubborn and more than a little crazy, but she always seems to get her way even though her methods are a little offbeat. She blames it on being Italian, I just think she's nuts. Her power flows through cats somehow. I don't exactly understand how, but I know it has something to do with cats and form changing or something like that. She's never told us exactly what her power is. I do know that while she was protesting outside her restaurant, she was still able to attend our secret meetings at the same time. Although she did seem to be a little flaky that day," Mary said as she pulled her purple Neon into a parking lot next to the restaurant and parked next to the door, "We're here, let's go inside," she announced as she opened the door and walked into the restaurant.

I followed her, and watched as she was greeted by a very catlike woman. They hugged and Maria asked, "Who's this?" pointing at me.

"This is Amber," Mary said, "I think she's the Pre-Ordained we've been waiting for."

"Hey," I said.

Maria smiled at me and said, "Nice tits, I could have used you during my protest."

The three of us looked at my chest, my nipples stuck through the thin silk blouse I was wearing, the areola clearly visible. I blushed and folded my arms over them.

"The meeting's downstairs," Mary told me, "follow me."

We walked down the darkened stairway, a few cobwebs adorned the corners, "Cool," I said, "this looks like a place witches would meet. Do we have to wait here until midnight or something?"

Mary opened a door and we walked into a large brightly lit room. I was surprised by the bright white interior and the loud dance music filling the room. A few women danced on the dance floor, their hips wiggling as they giggled loudly. As I entered the room, the laughter suddenly stopped and the room became quiet as the music turned off. They stared at me and I looked bashfully at the floor.

One of the women that had been dancing approached me, placing her hand on my head. Her hands roamed my body, and as she reached my breasts, she delicately cupped them in her hands, gently squeezing my nipples. I could feel something happen, almost as if my power was being measured somehow. She moaned loudly and her breaths drew shorter. Her back arched and she fell to one knee, her hands still cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, feeling a wild sexual energy run through me. I fell to the floor as my knees grew weak, moaning uncontrollably as the sexual energy flowed through me.

Her body spasmed wildly as she had some sort of climax, her hips gyrating wildly in the air. I felt myself near orgasm and a loud shriek escaped my throat as I came. Her hands continued pinching my nipples as my screams filled the room along with her loud moans of ecstasy.

As the tremors of my climax faded, her hands fell from my breasts, but the woman remained on the floor, still quivering in orgasm, soft whimpers coming from her lips, her face filled with a lustful look as she continued to moan uncontrollably. After about five minutes, she opened her eyes and stared at me. "I had nine orgasms... who are you and what do you want from us?" she asked.

"I think she's the pre-ordained we've been waiting for," Mary explained, "Everything fits, she's in her mid twenties, she's got underdeveloped powers and she's been isolated from us. The moon's in phase and as you've seen -- her powers are stronger than any of ours."

Maria gave me a dirty look and asked, "How do her powers flow?"

Mary giggled softly and answered, "Through her boobs. Clothing restricts the power, just like it was foretold, and there seem to be no side effects, as it was written. That's why she dresses like a bimbo."

The women looked at each other, fear in their eyes as I opened my mouth to protest being called a bimbo. Before I could speak, one of the witches said, "You know what this means. Half of us will die within the month."

"Only if she's the pre-ordained, Leslie," Maria said.

The women stared at me in silence, until Mary spoke, "Everybody, this is Amber Locke. Amber, the woman who orgasmed when she touched you is Kirsten Thomas."

I looked at Kirsten, who had finally recovered from her multiple orgasms, "My power is detection. I can detect the strength of power within people. I do it, as you've seen, through orgasm. The more times I climax, the stronger the power within. All women have the power in limited form, usually enough only to get me a little horny. Witches are able to bring me to orgasm, but I've never orgasmed so many times in my life," she said looking at me with a smile. "At least through my power," she added with a giggle.

"Nice to meet you," I answered.

"I'm Allison," a cute brunette said, "Nice to meet you."

I looked at her curiously, glancing at her miniskirt, "I see Mary already told you how my power works," she said as she lifted the pleated skirt, exposing herself as a glass of beer levitated from the table to her hand.

"I thought my gift was weird," I laughed.

"My power flows through cats," Maria explained, "Shape changing, possession, you know, stuff like that. I can make cats change form, into whatever I want them to. Everything from people to things, and I can see through their eyes and feel what they feel."

"That is so cool," I said, "You mean you can become a cat?"

"More or less. My powers are a little more varied than that, and I do have limits. I feel whatever emotion the cat feels, which sometimes gives me a terrible craving for milk and catnip, but I do get to find lots of interesting information."

"I'm sure you do," I said.

"I'm Jessica," a gorgeous blonde said. She looked like a model, with nice full hips and a tiny waist, "My talent is that I can make other people change their way of thinking. In other words I can make people believe in things they don't believe."

"I would think that you're extremely powerful," I answered, imagining the possibilities an evil person would have with the power to change another person's beliefs. Maybe they could even become president.

"She's powerful," Mary answered, "but very limited. Tell her how your powers flow, Jessica." Mary said with a giggle.

Jessica blushed and answered, "Via sex. It only works when the other person is nearing orgasm, and it works better with men during intercourse than it does with women."

"But it works with other women?" I asked.

Jessica blushed shyly, and I found myself attracted to her. I took a step toward her and reached out to kiss her. A small frail looking woman stepped between us and I shook my head, trying to figure out what had happened. Moments ago, I was very attracted to Jessica, wanting nothing more than to make love to her. Now, my attraction to her was normal.

"Amber, this is Elizabeth," Mary said. "Her power is the strongest of all of ours, nearly as strong as yours in fact, but it's purely defensive. She can block the power of other witches. For example, she just blocked Jessica's power of seduction, stopping you from desiring Jessica. There isn't one person that she cannot block, except for possibly the pre-ordained at full power or the Unspoken One."

I attempted to make Elizabeth fall down, but she looked at me quizzically and shook her head, "I said full power pre-ordained," Mary explained, "you still have a lot of training to do. And in case you haven't figured it out, Elizabeth cannot speak."

"Why can't she talk?" I asked.

"Nobody knows. It's not physical, and we've delved into her mind, trying to find something inside, but there seems to be a blocked area, one that we can't penetrate. It's written that she will speak at a crucial moment in our battle versus the Unspoken One, giving us valuable information that we must use."

"That's all written down in the Book?" I asked, "Can I see it?"

Mary answered, "Sure. It's The Book of Common Knowledge," she explained as she handed me a plain looking paperback book with ragged yellowing pages, "Take a look."

"You would think that such an important book would have gold trim with tassels and stuff, or at least be a hardcover," I said with a grin as I opened it and found only empty pages. Looking up at Mary, I said, "There's nothing but blank pages."

Mary glanced worriedly at Maria and asked me, "Are you sure you see only blank pages?"

I again glanced at the book, and answered, "Yep, only blank pages."

"She is the Pre-ordained," Jessica exclaimed, "The time is near ladies. It is written that within one month of the discovery of the Pre-ordained, half of us will die in our battle against the Unspoken One."

"Wait a second," I said, "Why does a blank book mean that half of you will die."

"It's in the book," explained Maria, "Except you can't read it because you are the Pre-Ordained. It would give you too much knowledge, too soon, if you could read it. You also cannot hear anything read from the book, watch..."

Maria took the book from my hand and began to reading. I could hear everybody breathing, but her words disappeared into the air, as her mouth moved soundlessly. She put the book down and said, "See, you didn't hear anything did you?"

I shook my head and asked, "Then why can I hear you when you tell me about things written in the book. Like the 'fact' that half of you will die within the month?"

"Because, that is all you are allowed to know from the Book of Common Knowledge. You are allowed to know three things for now. One, that half of our number will die within the month, two, that we are to battle the Unspoken One for supremacy in this land, and three, that the blocker will speak the key to victory. Other than that... nothing," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"OK, let's say I am the Pre-Ordained... If it means that half of you will die within the month, I don't want anything to do with this," I said as I stepped toward the door.

Nobody tried to stop me from leaving, but as I opened the door, somebody said ominously, "If you go. We all die."

As I went to sleep that night, the other witches arranged new housing for us. Now that it was apparent that I was the Pre-Ordained witch,, they quickly decided that it was time for all of us to move in together. They would be able to protect me and begin to plan for our battle versus the Unspoken One.

It was explained to me that now was a very crucial time in our battle, even though it had yet to begin. We had the advantage of knowing that the battle was at hand and could spy on the enemy, learning as much as we could before she found out about me. Elizabeth was assigned to be my constant companion, and she accompanied me to work the next day as I reluctantly handed my resignation to my boss.

After he stared at my breasts and complained about how I was leaving the accounting firm at a bad time, it was early April and tax day was coming soon, he reluctantly accepted my resignation. I think the real reason he was sorry to see me leave was because he wouldn't be able to stare at my boobs any longer. I bounced out of his office and left my old life behind, ready to prepare for my assignment of leading the witches in battle.

As it was explained to me, we were battling for the status quo, trying to keep the world with the same balance of power as existed at the time. The Unspoken One was trying to increase the power of witches and in the process destroy all mortals except for a few to serve as slaves. I had to admit that the idea of having my ex-boss as my slave appealed to me, if only to make up for the times he kept me after work with the excuse that our clients needed their numbers, when he really just wanted to stare at my tits. I turned and walked out of his office, knowing that I had a job to do, a world to save. It was more important to save the world from a power hungry witch than to deal with my perverted ex-boss.

Elizabeth and I met Jaime at the restaurant, and Jaime drove us to the house they had rented in the country. Jaime was younger than any of the others, her blonde hair fell nearly to her tight little butt, her power was mind reading.

Jaime told me about the Book of Common Knowledge. It seems that it was created in the future and was somehow discovered five centuries ago by a witch name Banny. Banny read the entire book, from cover to cover, and decided that the information in the book was too important for any one person to know. She placed a spell on the book, making it unreadable.

Banny died shortly after reading the book, some accident involving lightning and a foot long metal dowel rod about the width of a man's wrist, and the book exchanged hands a few times, until a powerful witch named Benny acquired it. Benny had a power over written words, she could make fiction become reality. With her power, she was able to negate Banny's spell.

Benny read the book and realized that Banny was right, nobody could know all of the information contained within without evil results. However, she modified the original spell somewhat, and witches with the need to know something contained in the book were able to read that information.

Soon after, Benny died. Apparently she had fallen in love with the fictional Romeo, and used her powers to become Juliet. Unfortunately, she was unable or unwilling to stop her spell and committed suicide. The Book of Common Knowledge became property of an old witch named Binny, who guarded it from all, even those who needed information within.

Binny was assassinated, and the book was lost for over a century. A witch named Bonny discovered the book in a museum in England around the time of the second world war. She was able to use the Book to help defeat Germany, but paid a dear price for it. Bonny confused a secretly developed, tiny jet powered missile for a sex toy and the resulting accident instantly killed her.

The Book disappeared again, until late last year when it was found in Maria's restaurant. I can imagine the witches surprise as they opened the book and realized what they had and what was soon to come.

The three of us, Elizabeth, Jaime and myself, arrived at the house in the country that would be our humble abode for the next few weeks. It turned out to be not so humble, but a large decadent mansion, previously owned by a .com-owner before his company went through the roof and he sold the mansion, buying an island in the South Pacific along with a dozen busty female servants. It had ten bedrooms and most importantly a large room in the center of the house.

Jaime informed me that the bedrooms would go unused except to house our personal belongings, and we would all sleep in the center of the house, with the witches sleeping in a giant circle around my bed, where Elizabeth and I would sleep. She also informed me of the need for all of us to sleep in the nude, and basically do everything without any clothes on when we met as a group, although for the life of me I can't remember the reason. We also had to go into battle naked, although that was only hinted at by the book and assumed by the witches because of the way my power worked.

I glanced out the back door and saw a few men attending to the large lawn that encompassed the house and one working on the in-ground swimming pool. The man working on the pool glanced at the window where we stood and winked slyly at us.

"They come with the house," Jaime explained, "We can fire them, but I decided that we need to keep three of them to keep the house up. That one by the pool is cute, isn't he?"

I nodded my head and stepped back as he winked at me again.

"Let's go in the basement," Jaime said, "You have a lot to learn, and very little time to master it."

I followed her down the basement steps, with Elizabeth quietly at my side. "Is there a giant pentagram or something down here? Some sort of witches mark or a big black kettle to boil the eye of newt and stuff?" I asked.

Jaime sighed deeply and Elizabeth smiled broadly, "You watch too much TV," Jaime said, "That's all Hollywood. We don't use frog legs or voodoo dolls either. Our power flows from our souls. The only difference between us and mortals is that we can harness the power and they can't. Normally, witches can detect other witches right away. In your case, you were blocked from discovering us and we were blocked from discovering you. I don't know how and I don't know why. I only know that you are here to help save the world and us from the Unspoken One."

"Who is this Unspoken One that I'm supposed to fight?" I asked.

Elizabeth shrugged and Jaime said, "Her name is _____ and she wants the world to belong to witches. If it is allowed to happen, it would lead to chaos."

"What's her name again?" I asked, "I didn't hear you the first time."

"_______," she said, "Wait, you can't hear me, can you? You must not be meant to know her name yet." Jaime looked at Elizabeth ominously. "Take off your clothes and stand in the circle," she told me as she and Elizabeth stripped, tossing their garments into a pile.
"Does the circle have any meaning?" I asked.

"No. It's just a circle so you know where to stand. If you want, I can make a pentagram or a star or something," Jaime answered with a laugh. I took off my clothes and stepped into the circle. "Close your eyes, and try to read my mind," she said.

"But I've never been able to do anything like that. I've only been able to make people and things do stuff physically, like make things float or people fall."

"You have the power, we just need to develop it; it's written in the book," Jaime answered.

I tried to delve into Jaime's mind, and felt a vague aura about her I tried to push deeper, but was unable to. I opened my eyes and looked deeply into Jaime's, answering, "I don't think I can do it either."

"I don't think so... Hey, wait. What did you say?"

"I said I don't think I can do it either."

She looked at me and furrowed her brow, "How did you know that I didn't think you could do it?" she asked.

"You told me," I answered.

"No I didn't. Did I, Elizabeth?" Jaime asked as she glanced at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth shook her head and looked at me, her lips pursed tightly together.

"Sure you did," I answered puzzled, "I heard you plain as day."

"I only thought it, I didn't say it. Let me think of something else and try to read my mind again," Jaime said.

I heard her say, "She is the Pre-Ordained, this means the end is really near. Mary was right."

"I don't think she's right," I answered, "In fact, I think all of you are crazy, including me for even thinking any of this could be true."

"You don't think who is right?" Jaime asked.

"Mary isn't right." Jaime raised he eyebrows in an I-told-you-so expression. "Jaime, I am not the Pre-Ordained."

"Yes you are. You just read my mind again. I haven't said a word for the past minute."

I shook my head and said, "Yes you did. I heard you."

"Wait..." she said and stepped behind a curtain. When she returned she held a videotape in her hand and she led me upstairs. We sat on the floor, still naked. I watched as she pushed the videotape into the VCR, then watched myself on the television, standing inside the circle, with Jaime and Elizabeth standing behind me. Jaime remained quiet, while I seemed to answer her unspoken questions.

"See, I didn't say anything," Jaime said with the smug look of a person who had just proved herself right.

I looked at her, unable to speak. I tried to fathom the idea that I was the Pre-Ordained, but could not get the idea through my head that I was something more than a woman with a nice pair of boobs and a neat little gift. "But..." I said as the front door opened.

"We're done..." the maintenance guy said, pausing as he looked at our naked bodies, "I mean, we're done and... and we're going home... I mean... why...? Nevermind," he said as his eyes explored our naked bodies.

A black kitten sat on my lap and seemed to morph into a black dress, covering me. I smiled coolly, stood and approached him, "Why what?" I asked.

"Why... wait... how did you... I mean you were just..."

"I was just what?" I asked.

"You were just sitting on the floor naked, then the cat... and now you're ..."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jeremy, Jeremy Steele."

"Well, Jeremy," I said, "Whenever you walk into this house, you will forget everything that happens, you will forget everything you see. Anything that may seem strange or bizarre that you see anywhere on the grounds, you will forget the second you leave here."

He nodded his head and said, "I'll forget everything."

"Very good," I told him, " Now you can go home, Jeremy."

"I'm going home now," he repeated.

I smiled slyly and grabbed his hard cock through his pants, "I take it you liked what you saw." He nodded his head and moaned softly as I caressed his cock. "Come back tomorrow and we'll put you to good use," I told him.

"Tomorrow," he said.

"Bye Jeremy."

"Bye," he said as he turned and walked out the door.

Jaime and Elizabeth stared at me with their mouths open. The dress I was wearing morphed back into the kitten and walked away from us. "Nobody can do... I mean, none of us can... We can't make people forget or anything like that, I mean except for Jessica and she needs to fuck to do it. You really are the Pre-Ordained," Jaime said.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned to the staircase where Mary and Maria were standing. "Convinced?" Mary asked. Jaime nodded her head slowly. "Everybody should be here soon, and then we can start planning. Maria and I have decided that we should all sleep on the floor, maybe get a bunch of big blankets to lay out on. Some of us have powers that require physical touch, and if we are all in different beds it makes it harder to protect Amber. Tonight, we'll have to just make do with the carpet." Mary said as she bent over and ran her fingers through the lush carpeting. "It's really soft, we'll be okay for one night."

It turned out that witches do use some props, especially candles. By the time all twelve witches arrived at the house and set up their candles in the sleeping room, the room was bright enough to serve as a lighthouse. That is if it were near the ocean and the drapes were open, which they weren't.

When I asked about the candles, Mary just smiled and said, "Candles are a symbol of many things. A phallic symbol, meant to bring strength to the individual witch. Together, they symbolize illumination within the group. One single candle isn't very bright, but put a bunch of them together and they shine brightly." Mary smiled at me then giggled, "Were you believing me?" she giggled again then continued. "But the real reason we use candles is tradition. As long as I remember, witches have used candles, so we use candles. They actually don't mean anything, it's just a tradition. Sort of like Christmas Trees are to mortals. That, and they smell nice too. I like the French Vanilla scented ones myself, I get them on sale at Target."

I looked around the room, and found all of the witches lying around me in more or less of a circle, their naked bodies in various positions of relaxation, with Elizabeth and myself in the center. Elizabeth's talent suited her to being my body guard and she was assigned to be with me every minute of the day. I looked at Elizabeth and asked, "Doesn't this many beautiful women lying naked in a room look very erotic. I thought I read something about witches being lesbians or something. Or is that made up too?" I asked.

She smiled and I tried to read her mind, but her power was still stronger than mine, and I could only find the hidden area that I was told about. She smiled at me warmly and nodded her head.

"You mean witches are lesbians?" I asked.

She shook her head then nodded it quickly.

"No, they aren't lesbian, but yes they are?" I asked confused.

She smiled brightly and sat next to me. Her small breasts bounced perkily as she moved her hands rapidly. She formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger, then pushed the index finger of her other hand quickly in and out, nodding her head telling me that they liked men. Then she made another circle with her other hand, and rubbed the two circles together.

"Bisexual?" I asked, "Witches are bisexual."

She shook her head no, then nodded again.

Elizabeth pointed around the room, at Mary, Leslie and a few others. Then she touched her hand to her chest and nodded.

"They are bisexual?" I asked, "And you too?"

She nodded her head quickly then pushed one finger between the circle she formed with her other hand and pointed at Jaime.

"Jaime's straight?" I asked.

She nodded her head affirming what I said.

"And the others?"

She shrugged her shoulders, her small breasts jiggled. She pointed at me with an inquisitive look on her face.

"I've never been with another woman, but I've always been curious and if I had the chance, I'd probably do it," I answered.

She moved closer and our lips met in a quick kiss. I had never kissed another woman before, although I had always found myself attracted to other women but was never brave enough to try anything sexual. Elizabeth smiled and our lips met again, her hands gently caressing my back. She pulled me closer to her, and I felt her hand move to my breast. She softly cupped it, pinching my nipple delicately with her fingers. Our tongues danced in our mouths and her hand moved between my legs.

I broke the kiss and whispered, "the others will see us..."

Elizabeth stood quickly, and I watched as she walked to every witch and woke them. They formed a circle around us, and Elizabeth returned to me. I was now sitting with my legs in front of me, my elbows resting on my knees and she sat next to me. Our lips met again and I felt myself melt under her touch. She placed her breast in front of my face, and I gently took her nipple between my lips and suckled it softly. She arched her back silently, and I felt her hand brush along my inner thigh. As her hand reached between my legs, Elizabeth softly rubbed her fingers along my labia.

She pulled her nipple from my lips, and kissed me softly. Our tongues intertwined momentarily, until she moved her kisses lower. She sucked tenderly on my neck, continuing her kisses to my breasts. As she pulled one nipple into her mouth, I gasped loudly and fell back onto the floor. Her kisses moved down my stomach, and her mouth was soon between my legs, gently kissing my wet pussy.

I opened my eyes, and saw all of the witches in various stages of passion, even Jaime. Mary and Leslie were intertwined in a sixty-nine, and Jessica was on her back, her legs spread wide open as Jaime licked her bare pussy. I looked down at Elizabeth, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at me, her mouth wrapped around my wet pussy. Her tongue slid between my labia, and I moaned loudly with pleasure. I closed my eyes as she gently teased my clitoris with her tongue, whimpering with delight as she pulled it between her lips and I felt her teeth softly nibble my clitoris. Her finger slid between my labia, and she quickly fucked me with her finger as she played with my clitoris with her other hand. I moaned loudly, joining the chorus of moans that filled the room.

Opening my eyes again, I realized that every witch in the room had shifted and formed a ring around Elizabeth and myself. Each of them was licking and finger fucking the witch next to them, and as my ecstasy increased, theirs did also. I moaned loudly as Elizabeth gently nibbled my clit, and as she pulled it deeper into her mouth, I let out a shriek as my orgasm began.

The entire room was filled with the sounds of women screaming and moaning in ecstasy, and as my orgasm increased in intensity, the other witches moaned louder, seemingly feeling my orgasm. Elizabeth continued licking my pussy, and her finger was now rapidly pushing in and out of me. Unable to take any more pleasure, I pulled away, laughing uncontrollably. The rest of the witches in the room moved away from each other at the same instant, and Mary approached me, her pussy still wet with saliva.

"That was it," she announced. "The final proof that you are the Pre-Ordained. It is written that the pre-ordained can transfer her sexual energy to anyone in her vicinity, and you just did. When you orgasmed, we all orgasmed. All of us except for Elizabeth, who is protected from your power. Until now, we have only called you by your given name, Amber, or simply the Pre-Ordained. Now you must be called by the name given in the Book of Common Knowledge. You are Bunny."

"Bunny?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, Bunny," she said looking at me apologetically, "Hey, don't look at me like that, I didn't make up the name. It's the next name in the series, Banny, Benny, Binny, Bonny, and now Bunny."

"The Pre-Ordained is to be called Bunny?" I asked. All of the witches nodded. "Does it have to be Bunny? Don't I get to pick my own name or something. Can't I pick something like Naomi or Celeste or something I like? Natasha would be a cool name too."

"No," Maria said, "Bunny. It is written that you will be called Bunny. Sorry," she said.

"Nobody will take me seriously if I'm called Bunny," I complained, "I need to be called something like Hillary. Anything but Bunny. Are you sure I have to be called Bunny?"

"It definitely says Bunny," Allison said.

"Let me see it.... Wait, I can't, can I?" Everybody shook their heads, causing their breasts to bounce coquettishly. "But I don't want to be called Bunny. Please call me Amber. Please."

"Sorry, Bunny," Mary said, "I agree that Bunny isn't exactly the best name for a leader, but there must be a reason for it, so we must call you Bunny."

"If I'm your leader, that means..."

"You're not our leader... yet," Maria interrupted, "You are Bunny, the pre-ordained. You don't make the rules and you can't tell us what to do. Yes, you are more powerful than us, however you can only suggest, not order."

"Whatever," I complained.

"Then I suggest we get some sleep," Maria said, "we have a lot to do and we need our rest."

"We can sleep later," I said lustfully, "I want to come again."

I laid back and Elizabeth returned her mouth between my legs. The thought passed my mind that I would love for all twelve witches to paint my body with their tongues. A tingle passed through my nipples, and I found all twelve witches sitting next to me, their tongues licking every part of my body. Their tongues kissed me, licked my nipples and probed my every orifice. I quickly orgasmed and as I did, they did also, everyone that is except for Elizabeth. They continued making love to me, and fingers were being pushed into my pussy while they tickled my ass. I orgasmed again and again, the climaxes seemingly running together into one exquisite powerful orgasm.

When I was unable to continue, the witches returned to their places and within minutes were fast asleep, except for Elizabeth who cuddled lovingly next to me, "Poor baby, you didn't come, did you?" I said to her.

When I awoke the next morning, I discovered that I was the last one to awaken. When Elizabeth noticed that I had awakened, she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. She drew a warm bath in the large tub and she joined me in the warm water. Elizabeth lathered the soap in her hands, and cleaned my entire body with her gentle caresses. She massaged my back, kneading the sore muscles until they were completely relaxed. I closed my eyes and soon felt her lips pressing delicately on mine. It seemed as if we kissed passionately for hours as she rubbed her soapy finger along my slit. She smiled warmly at me as I silently orgasmed, her gaze seemingly bringing more strength to my climax.

Elizabeth rinsed the soapy water off my body and wrapped a warm terry cloth robe around my naked body. As I returned to the sleeping room, I noticed the witches who had remained at the house looking at me curiously.

I couldn't figure out why they were staring at me, until Jessica approached and whispered into my ear, "Do us a favor. Tell us when you're planning on having an orgasm. Your power is so strong that each of us orgasmed with you, even Maria who was pulling into the driveway as you came, she nearly crashed the car into a tree. Leslie was pouring hot water out of a pot and nearly burned herself, and I was talking to the UPS guy and found myself moaning loudly and pinching my nipples in front of him. I think he came in his pants watching me."

"I didn't realize... I'm so sorry, but Elizabeth sort of surprised me in there."

"That's okay. Just be careful, that's all. I'm supposed to show you some stuff today, but we'll need to get some guys somewhere."

"How about the maintenance guys?" I asked. "There are three of them and three of us."

"Do you think that's a smart thing to do. They might tell somebody," Jessica answered.

"I think I took care of that already," I smiled, "And what do you mean you're supposed to show me something today."

"Didn't Jaime explain what we're doing, Bunny. The pre-ordained has the ability to learn the powers of others. So, I'll be able to teach you how to get people to change their beliefs. If I remember correctly, when you learn the power, you won't have the same limitations as I do. When the battle starts with the Unspoken One, you will be by far the most powerful witch on our side, hopefully as strong as the Unspoken One."

"Please don't call me Bunny," I pleaded, "and if I can learn all of your powers, you're saying that you hope that I am as strong as the Unspoken One. She must be one strong witch."

"She's really strong. At least if she is everything the Book of Common Knowledge says she is. The book says ..." Jessica's mouth moved but I could not hear what she was saying, she continued talking and I tried to read her lips. Instead of seeing her mouth form words, all I could see were her lips blurring, making it impossible for me to understand her, "...then hopefully we win and the world continues as it is."

"I didn't hear a word you said. It must be that stupid rule about me not knowing too much."

"That's right," Jessica said with a laugh, "I keep forgetting about that. Oh well. We might as well get started. I want the tall guy, is that okay?" she asked.

"Sure, I get Jeremy, so that leaves the other one for you Elizabeth."

Elizabeth shrugged with a smile and we approached the three men as they were cutting down a tree in the backyard. We snuck up behind them and put our hands around their eyes. As Jeremy turned, I pressed my lips against his, gently biting his lower lip as my hand caressed his butt. Jeremy wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. I broke our kiss and smiled. He opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him by putting my finger to his mouth. I knelt in front of him, running my hand along his crotch. I glanced to my left and noticed that Jessica was already topless and the guy she was with was sucking her nipples.

I unbuttoned Jeremy's pants, and as I unzipped them, I kissed his hard cock through his jeans. With a wicked smile, I pulled down his pants and underwear, freeing his hard cock and pushing the tip between my lips. I gently sucked on him and ran my teeth along the head. He moaned quietly as I pushed his cock deep into my mouth.

I heard Jessica's voice, and turned to her, but she had the guy's cock in her mouth. I remembered that I could hear her thoughts, and I heard her tell me, "Concentrate on making him do something he would never do." I tried to think of something, and my mind came up empty. Suddenly, I realized what I could do to Jeremy and I thought it loudly to Jessica. She pulled the guy's cock out of her mouth and looked at me in surprise then nodded her head with a sly smile on her face.

I watched as she lay on the ground, spread her legs and pulled her skirt to her waist. I quickly pulled off my pants and underwear and joined her on the ground. Jeremy lay on top of me, and pushed his cock into my wet pussy. He quickly started pounding his cock in and out of me, and I moved slightly so his cock rubbed against my clitoris. I felt myself begin to orgasm, and heard Jessica moan loudly as the strength of our orgasms combined. It wasn't as strong as I felt yesterday with everybody around me, but it was equally as pleasing.

As my orgasm subsided slightly, I told Jessica, "Now." Suddenly, Jeremy looked down at me with a distasteful look on his face and stopped fucking me. He pulled his cock out and stood looking at me with a confused expression on his face. He glanced to the side and noticed Jessica laying on the ground, her legs spread and the other maintenance guy looking at her with an equally confused look on his face.

Jeremy moved next to Jessica, dropped to his knees, and wrapped his lips around the other guys cock. As he pushed the cock in and out of his mouth, his hand moved to his own cock and he frantically began to masturbate. I decided to experiment, and glanced at Elizabeth as she was on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind. I transferred a thought to the guy with her, and he got the same dazed look on his face and quickly pulled out of her. Elizabeth looked back, confused at what was happening, and her mouth dropped open in surprise as her partner moved next to Jeremy and began to play with Jeremy's hard cock.

The three of us stood back, and watched the three men play with each other for a while. We moved away and climbed a large oak tree, being careful not to scratch our naked bodies on the branches. The three of us sat in the tree, and we could still see the three men sucking each other. I sent a thought to them as the tall guy that was with Jessica orgasmed and Jeremy hungrily licked the cum from his cock. They quickly stopped what they were doing. When Jeremy realized what he was doing to the other guy, he stepped to the side and began to vomit. The other two guys moved and looked away, a confused look on their face. After a few moments as they gathered their clothes and put them on, scattering slowly in different directions.

"That was cruel," Jessica told me, "and I was just starting to enjoy myself," she added with a laugh, "But I think you got it down. Did you really change their orientation from up here?" she asked.

I grinned wickedly and nodded my head.

"Wow," she said astonished, "you really have a lot of power. If you can learn all of our powers without any of our limitations; we are in good hands against the Unspoken One."

"I don't understand," I said puzzled, "Why do I hear some things written in the Book of Common Knowledge, but not other things?"

"It is written that you will understand what every witch reads as you learn their power. So I can tell you everything I know, since you have my power mastered."

"Wait... Every witch reads a different chapter in the book. Can't somebody just read the entire book and know everything?" I asked.

"No. Every witch can read the entire book; however, every witch reads something different, and we are unable to communicate with others what we read. The only person we can tell about what is written in the book, is Bunny, and only after you learn our powers."

"Let's go inside," I said, "I'm curious about something."

The three of us walked slowly to the house hand in hand. We went into the sleeping room, and I took the book from the pedestal. I carefully opened it, and was able to read it. I read the first few words aloud, "Bunny will have a terrible battle versus the Unspoken One," it read, "But the battle will be won or lost by the voice of the quiet one, not by magic. Sudden inspiration turns the tide in favor of the eventual victors at the moment they are most desperate."

"Is that what you can read?" I asked Jessica. She nodded her head. "So I can now read your book, and as I learn every power, I will be able to read the other parts until the entire book is revealed to me. I have to tell you something," I confessed, "This is beginning to scare me. I don't know if I can be trusted with such power. I mean I'm not exactly the most honest person around, I'm sort of tricky if you know what I mean."

"I noticed," Jessica answered. "But for a witch, you are exceptionally honorable. If Maria had your power, we would all be in trouble. I think that is the reason you were shielded from us, to keep you from becoming as devious as us. Either that, or because the orgasms would kill us all before we could save the world."

"Speaking of orgasms," I said with a sly smile, "it's about time for another one." I stepped toward Jessica and pressed my mouth against her. Soon, I felt Elizabeth's hand wrap around my waist from behind. The orgasms I experienced with Jessica were incredibly intense, and again Elizabeth was left out as her power blocked mine. Jessica and I made sure that Elizabeth was equally as satiated as we brought her to three intense orgasms with our mouths and hands.

"We have twelve more days," Maria said to the witches gathered in the sleeping room. "And as far as I have been able to see, the Unspoken One is not aware of the impending battle."

"Wait," I asked, "you mean you know who the Unspoken One is?"

"Yes. It is written in the Book of Common Knowledge."

"I think you should be the next one to teach me your power."

"Good idea," she answered. "But the Book says that I must be last."

"I don't care what the book says. I need to learn your power because... well, because I don't trust you, Maria."

"Good," she answered. "Because I don't trust you either, but it's not written in my part of the book, it's written in Allison's."

I turned to Allison who shrugged her shoulders, "The order is written clearly. First is Jessica, Maria is near the end and Elizabeth is omitted. Tomorrow is Leslie."

"We can't go out of order?" I asked.

Allison shook her head, "No, we must go in order, and we must only do one power per day. Your powers may seem unlimited to us, but there are limits, and according to the Book, ______"

I couldn't hear her words or read her lips, so I interrupted her, "Whatever you're saying, I can't hear you. This is ridiculous. How am I supposed to defeat the Unspoken One if I have these limits? Can't we do some incantations, summon some demons or something like that to help us out? I mean, we are witches."

The entire group of witches broke into laughter, their bare breasts softly bouncing, "No," Mary answered. "We don't do demons. Technically, we aren't even witches, but it's the closest thing that there is a word for. I suppose it could be a power, but not for anybody in this room."

"Can I at least have one of those long pointy hats or a broom? I mean if I'm going to be called a witch, at least I can look like one."

"But you can't fly yet," Jessica answered with a smile. "So the broom won't help you. Maybe we could send you up in a hang glider if you really want to fly. The town would go crazy over that, a beautiful topless woman in a hang glider. It's a good thing Maria didn't think of this idea when she was protesting."

"That reminds me. Do I have to stay in this house until the battle, or can we go into town? I feel the need to have some fun."

Everybody glanced around at the others, and I waited for somebody to tell me that it was forbidden. After a few moments of silence, I said, "Let's get dressed girls. It's party time!"

Everybody went to their rooms and returned wearing revealing outfits. Allison did a little spin and her skirt flared into the air, revealing her naked bottom. We all laughed as I pulled the sheer white top I planned to wear over my head. I looked in the mirror, and smiled as I noticed my dark nipples clearly visible through the top, it went perfectly with the black mini skirt I had chosen to wear. I pulled on a pair of black stiletto heels and covered myself with a black satin jacket.

The thirteen of us formed a circle at the request of a young red headed witch named Brandy, and as we closed our eyes, I heard her mutter a few unintelligible syllables. I opened my eyes and found that we were standing in an alley behind the Black Hat nightclub on the wrong side of town. I had heard stories about the club, and had been tempted to go there, but was never able to find the courage to go. A man stumbled out from behind a garbage can, a brown paper bag in his hand. He stared at us in disbelief and Maria stuck her tongue out at him. He dropped the bag and muttered a silent prayer and ran out of the alley.

We laughed at him and walked out of the dark alley. We turned to the front of the club and stood in front of the red velvet rope, pushing our way to the front of the crowd trying to get in. A badly dressed person with lime green hair peered at us from behind the robe and motioned for us to enter.

We followed him into the club and found an empty table. A group of men was seated at the table next to us, and one of them stood and approached us. "Do we want to bothered?" I asked the witches mentally.

The answer was a resounding no, and I focused on the approaching man's brain and read his thoughts, "The blonde at the end of the table is mine, she looks like she can suck some serious cock," he thought.

I concentrated on him and soon he was thinking, "I really need to go home and read a book." He glanced at us, then at his friends and stepped toward the door. His friends looked at him strangely and looked at us. I put the thought in their head that we were not to be messed with, and they stood in unison and walked quickly to the other side of the bar, occasionally giving us a nervous glance.

We quickly pulled their empty table next to ours and the witches that were standing pulled chairs to the table and took a seat. The techno beat filled the club and I looked around, studying the people dancing. Most of them were dressed strangely, it seemed the more bizarre clothes they wore, the better they fit into the crowd. One man wore a tight pink dress, his cock pushing against the latex. He was dancing with another man wearing a pair of short, tight leather shorts that were more of a thong than a pair of shorts, topped with an unbuttoned leather vest.

The women in the club were either dressed provocatively, making me feel overdressed even with my jacket off, or they were dressed oddly. One woman was wearing a peach colored jumpsuit that was almost painted on her body. Tiny lights flashed from her breasts and another light flashed from between her legs. Her hair was fashioned into a beehive and filled with fruit. A banana pushed over her forehead and the hairdo was topped with an apple perched at the top of her head. Cherries, grapes and oranges somehow defied gravity as they clung to the side of her hairdo which was painted bright pink in the back.

I watched a few of the witches wander to the dance floor, either with another witch or with another partner brave enough to ask them to dance. I felt a hand tap my shoulder and I turned, finding myself face to face with a man wearing a baby blue bib and a large diaper wrapped around his bottom. "Wanna dance?" he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "Sure. Why not?"

I followed him to the dance floor and we began to dance. After a few moments, I felt the beat fill me and my movements became more natural. I had an inspiration to try something. I broadcast a thought to the security guards at the front door, and they instantly moved to lock the doors. This power I had just learned was beginning to become fun. I tried broadcasting a thought to the entire room to take off their clothes and begin to fuck, but apart from a few people taking off their jackets, nothing happened. I guess I did have limitations after all.

I decided to try another tactic; I moved next to my partner and ran my hands over his bare back and pulled him toward me. I placed his hands under my skirt and one hand over my pussy. I put my hand under skirt, pulled my panties to the side and felt his finger push into my bare pussy.

I moved his finger against my clitoris and felt my lust build. His other finger slid between my labia and pushed deep inside me. He continued to stroke my clitoris, although he wasn't gentle, his roughness seemed to add to my pleasure.

I pulled my top over my head and danced topless in front of everybody. Within seconds, every woman in the room had stripped off their clothes and tossed it onto the floor. As the diaper guy continued to bruskly rub my pussy, I felt my orgasm begin. The room filled with passionate moans as every woman climaxed along with me. A few women remained standing, but most dropped to the floor or into the nearest chair as they writhed in ecstasy. The men in the club watched the women in amazement, not understanding what was happening.

None of the women were actually touching themselves, but the mental waves I was feeling from my euphoria filled them with ecstasy. My orgasm peaked and he continued to rub my clitoris and fuck me with his finger. I felt another climax build, and the club again filled with the moans of ecstasy from the women inside. A few women had pushed their hands into their panties and were masturbating as my orgasm built. I looked around the room and noticed Elizabeth looking at the women as they moaned and screamed. In addition to Elizabeth, the woman with the fruit in her hair stood by the door, desperately trying to push it open. She noticed my eyes on her, returned my stare with one of her own, a diabolical smile on her face as she pushed the door open and calmly stepped out. I tried to get a good look at her and my orgasm subsided.

As the door closed behind her, I ran across the room, stepping through the maze of half naked women trying to figure out what had happened. I ran out the door and looked down the street in both directions. Unable to spot her, I looked at the people waiting hopelessly in line to get in, and realized that I was standing there half naked. I smiled at them and slowly closed the door, a sheepish smile on my lips. I heard a commotion from outside as the crowd tried to force their way in, and before I could return to the dance floor or table, Elizabeth was at my side along with a few other witches. Within a few minutes, the rest of the witches appeared, and I grabbed the closest blouse to me and pulled it on.

We formed a circle, held hands and closed our eyes. Brandy muttered a few nonsense words, and I opened my eyes, discovering myself in the middle of the sleeping room of the mansion.

"What happened?" Allison asked me. "I was dancing, then suddenly I began to get very hot and the next thing I knew, I was writhing on the floor filled with a tremendous orgasm. Then as the next one was peaking, it disappeared and I saw you standing at the door topless."

"I think I saw the Unspoken One. I was fooling around with the guy in the diaper and I let him bring me to orgasm with his finger. I guess I wanted to see if my passion would fill the room, and it did, except for Elizabeth and the woman with the fruit in her hair."

"That," Kirsten asked, "is the Unspoken One? She's been going to the club for as long as I can remember. I've never detected anything in her before. I mean Elizabeth drives me wild even though she doesn't have any apparent powers. I would know she was a witch. The fruit lady has never brought any reaction from me."

I shrugged my shoulders, "Maybe she can block your power from detecting her. Does Elizabeth have any disadvantage to her power?" I asked.

"Not that we've figured out, except for not being able to talk, but that might not be from her power," Maria answered.

"Maybe her limitation is that her power can be detected. If her power was totally unlimited, it wouldn't be able to be discovered. I think the fruit lady is the Unspoken One."

"She is," Brandy answered. "In the Book, it is written that the Unspoken One would discover us when Bunny became careless with her powers. She certainly was tonight."

"Hey, wait a second," I snapped. "First off, I wasn't careless, and secondly, my name is Amber, not Bunny."

"You were careless, Bunny," Maria answered. "She is now aware of our presence and we must be more careful." She glanced at me and added, "Now that our careless leader has let the enemy know of our presence, we are in grave danger. Elizabeth, watch her carefully, even though Bunny is not exactly the greatest leader in eternity, she's our only hope to win the battle. I don't exactly like our odds, but we have to give it our best shot."

Allison, Mary and Jessica looked at Maria with an angry look in their eyes, "Give her a break," Mary said. "I mean, she's new at this, and it was written that her powers would be used carelessly. She was only fulfilling that prophecy. It's not her fault, it was meant to be.

I fought the urge to punish Maria somehow, but decided that if I did it would cause more problems than it solved. "We will win," I said confidently, "We will defeat the Unspoken One."

"Whatever," Maria said loudly. "Either way we need to get some sleep. One of us needs to stay awake at all times. I'll take the first watch and see what else I can discover with my pussies," she said as she stomped upstairs, glaring at me as she looked over her shoulder.

The other witches lay on the floor, and within minutes were fast asleep. Elizabeth was laying next to me quietly, "I messed up. Didn't I?" I asked her.

She nodded her head but smiled sweetly, showing her confidence in me with a kiss on my cheek. I realized that I had made a huge mistake, the Unspoken One knew that our battle was near. I was angry at myself for making the mistake, but also angry at the stupid book for predicting my error. Elizabeth pulled me to her, and I buried my head in her chest trying not to cry. I listened to Elizabeth's heart beat, its steady rhythm calmed me and I drifted to sleep.

Over the next week, I learned the various powers of the other witches. Some of the talents seemed useless to me, such as the power to grow flowers which I learned from Georgia, and the power to write with my finger which I learned from Leslie. I could instantly grow other plants besides flowers and I was able to write visible messages in the air. Big deal, I thought.

Other powers were extremely powerful. I learned how to fly from Linda and learned how to make us disappear and appear in another place from Brandy. I was able to make all of us fly together as a group as opposed to Linda's limited ability to fly by herself. Brandy had the limitation of needing time to make a group of us transport, being only able to transport herself four or five times quickly before her power disappeared. Fortunately, that limitation did not apply to me as I transported us from the house to the alley behind the club then into the center of the mall then back to the house in a matter of seconds.

Other powers were redundant. Allison's powers were similar to my original powers, except for the fact that mine came from my breasts and hers from her butt. But the strength of the power I learned was inversely proportional to the value of the information I received from the witch helping me. That is, I gleaned the most necessary information from those with seemingly useless powers. {Thanks} From Allison I learned to not trust one person seemingly on our side, and I instantly recognized that person as Maria. I also learned that Maria was to teach me my most important skill of shape changing but that the second I learned the power, the battle would begin.

Elizabeth was constantly at my side as I learned the powers. The night before I was to learn Maria's power, she pulled me tightly to her and brought me to the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. The orgasm was so powerful, that the witches forming the circle around me continued to writhe in ecstasy well into the night, even as my orgasm faded.

I fell asleep in Elizabeth's arms to the moans of ecstasy filling the room. When I awoke the next morning, Elizabeth followed me into the basement where I met Maria. "Listen, Bunny," she said, "I don't trust you, I don't like you and I know you feel the same about me, but we are on the same team and need to work together. Hold my hand and feel how my power works." I held my hand out, she took a deep breath then hesitantly placed her hand in mine, clasping it nervously and giving it a soft squeeze.

As our hands touched, I felt her mind will a nearby cat to morph into a naked man. He stepped toward me, picked me up and lifted me above his head. Elizabeth tackled the man and I fell to the floor, hitting my head on a table. Warm blood trickled from an open cut on my forehead, I touched the cut with my finger and examined the fresh blood. Unfortunately none of the powers I had learned had to do with healing, and the blood continued to trickle out.

Elizabeth lay on the floor, a black cat purring softly on her stomach and Maria was bent over in laughter. Angrily, I copied her will and the cat changed into a black cape. The cape flew through the air and covered Maria, silencing her laughter.

She tossed it off and glared at me angrily. "The battle has begun," she yelled as she jumped toward me. I morphed the cat into a shield and heard Maria yell, "No stupid Bunny, behind you!" as her head hit the shield and she fell to the floor, unconscious.

I turned and found a beautiful woman dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit with fruit in her red hair. She glared at me, pulled a banana from her head and tossed it at me. The banana headed straight between my legs and pushed into me. It rapidly moved in and out of my pussy and no matter what I tried, I couldn't remove it. I couldn't help but feel the effect of the fruit fucking me. I fell onto the floor, my legs open wide as I moaned in ecstasy. I tried to concentrate on something, searching for an idea to save myself, but the ecstasy I was feeling from the banana overpowered my senses and I orgasmed wildly. The banana pounded into me relentlessly, and my orgasms began to come quickly. I looked at Maria who was also writhing on the floor, unable to do anything as my orgasms awoke her and filled her senses.

I glanced helplessly at Elizabeth, who had snuck behind the Unspoken One as she laughed deviously. Elizabeth pushed the Unspoken One onto the floor and jumped on her, pounding her fists into her face. The Unspoken One tossed a banana at Elizabeth, but it fell harmlessly to the floor as Elizabeth's power overwhelmed it.

The Unspoken one swore silently and disappeared. The banana continued to pound into my pussy and my orgasms continued to appear one after the other. Elizabeth pulled on the banana, trying to pull it out of me, but couldn't stop it or remove it. As I screamed in ecstasy, feeling my strength quickly disappear, Elizabeth quickly climbed the stairs and re-appeared moments later with a butcher knife. I shook my head no as I realized she was going to attempt to cut the banana in half as it pumped into me. Elizabeth saw the trepidation in my eyes and she tossed the knife to the side.

She looked at the banana sliding in and out of my pussy, and bent over, again trying to grab the banana. The banana continued to slide in and out as she held onto it tightly. She let go helplessly and looked at it again as I moaned loudly. She grabbed at the banana again, and somehow managed to grab the end of it, pulling the peel away from the sweet fruit inside. Elizabeth bent down, placed her mouth onto the banana, taking the mushy fruit into her mouth and biting into it.

She sat up and watched as the banana continued fucking me, now not only was the in and out motion driving me crazy, but the peel was hitting my clitoris as the banana banged into my pussy, driving me to another wild climax. She peeled the banana back even more, and took another bite. The banana was now half its original size. Elizabeth swallowed then took another bite, the remains of the banana remained inside me, but thankfully, it stopped thrusting.

Elizabeth pulled the banana out and looked at me with a relieved smile. I collapsed onto the floor as she ran her finger along my labia looking for any signs of injury. As her finger touched my clitoris, I moaned and she removed her hand quickly, a look of concern on her face. I smiled at her and looked around the room. Maria was unconscious next to me; Elizabeth and I carried her up the stairs. The other witches were lying all over the house, also unconscious. Some of them whimpered as their orgasms continued even as they unconsciously lay on the floor.

After a nervous hour or so, they began to awaken. They were weakened but vowed to fight the evil Unspoken One. I explained what had happened and they all praised the frail looking Elizabeth for saving us.

"We have to be ready for her next attack," Maria warned.

"No. Give me the book," I ordered.

I quickly read through it. Every page I turned seemed to be filled with information. It confirmed what I had always expected and I told the witches, "We attack tonight. I need to see what she's up to, but I will be vulnerable as I do. Protect me as best you can."

I closed my eyes, teleporting myself to Fruit Lady's house and took possession of the closest cat's body. I hesitantly stepped forward and glanced around the darkened room. I noticed a light ahead of me, and I moved slowly toward it. It seemed natural to me walking with four legs, and I poked my head through the hole where the light was shining through.

The Unspoken One was sitting on an ornate throne, surrounded by a dozen witches dressed in transparent, bright orange and green capes with nothing underneath. I listened to her address the witches. "The battle has begun. I have won the opening round versus the hated Bunny, and I will continue to outsmart and overpower her, bringing her to her knees in defeat. It is up to the twelve of you to defeat her soldiers so we can begin our world domination and rid the world of the pesky mortals. We attack at midnight tonight. Sleep well and be ready for a vicious battle," she said passionately.

I ducked my head back into the hole as a pair of witches walked by, "I can't believe she makes us wear these stupid capes," one said. "I mean, I can't find any shoes that go with them."

"Tell me about it," the other answered, "It's really hard to accessorize a cape that looks like an oversized fruit roll."

After they passed, I walked quietly to the throne and purred contentedly. "Oh there you are, Kiwi my precious little pussy," she said cheerfully as she picked me up. "I've been looking all over for you. It seems like Bunny enjoys bananas, so I intend to let her and her witches have bananas, let them orgasm wildly, and chop off their heads once their bodies lie lifeless, killed by multiple orgasms. I know the book says that my powers cannot be used against the minions, but I think the book is wrong. I mean, I've used my powers against them before, so why not now. Tonight they will come like never before, then come to an erotic violent death." She laughed maliciously, "I'll have to deal with the mysterious one somehow, since my magic doesn't seem to affect her. The bananas will be ready soon and we will attack, then we can conquer the world. Doesn't that sound like fun?" she asked. "Before we do, Kiwi," she told me, "I need you to do what you do best."

She pulled up her skirt and placed me between her legs. I looked at her, watching as she grabbed a bottle of honey and squeezed the honey between her legs onto her bare pussy. "C'mon, Kiwi. Lick it all up, precious."

I moved forward, placing my feline tongue on her labia and licked the honey. It tasted so sweet and so good that I hungrily lapped it up. I heard her moan wildly as she opened her pussy with her fingers and pulled the skin back from her clitoris. She poured more honey onto her clit and arched her back in ecstasy as my tongue teased her. With one last moan, she climaxed loudly, her screams filling the room as I continued to lick her. I was tempted to dig my teeth into her, but didn't want to blow my cover.

"Come here, Kiwi," she told me. I hopped into her arms and licked the honey off her nipples that she had dribbled there. She lifted me by the neck and grabbed an elastic bandage next to her throne. She wrapped the bandage around my torso, giggled wildly and said, "Such a naughty pussy you are. Yes you are a naughty little pussy." She lifted me by the neck and looked into my eyes, "Or should I say Bunny?"

I tried to will my way out of the cat's body, but the elastic bandage blocked my magic. "Oh yes little Bunny. I know your ways and I will defeat you." She placed me on a silver platter, covering me with a large silver dome. She carried me into another room where I heard a door close behind us. She lifted the cover and announced, "Dinnertime boys." I stared at her defiantly and spoke, but all that came out was a pathetic meow.

"Poor little Kiwi," she said. "She was always my favorite pussy, too bad I have to sacrifice her to defeat a stupid Bunny. Look behind you."

I turned and saw a dozen rottweilers growling at me. She placed the platter onto a table and grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, "The cages will open in one minute, and I would guess within seconds, you'll be dog food." She tossed me against the wall and I fell onto one of the dog cages. The rottweiler inside angrily jumped at me, his sharp teeth reaching for me through the bars. I quickly jumped off the cage just in time to see the door close behind the Fruit Lady.

The dogs were pawing wildly at the cages, trying to get out. I searched for a place to jump to, but the only furniture in the room was the small table with the silver platter on it. I looked for anything, a shelf or something similar, but only found bare walls.

Hurriedly, I scratched at the elastic bandage around my torso, and bit at the elastic with my teeth. It seemed to tear slightly, but I would never rip it off before the dogs were released. The end was near, and I knew I had let down my new friends. Without me, they would be toast and the Fruit Lady would eat them with marmalade.

I sat near the door frantically biting the elastic bandage when I heard a scream emanate from outside the door. Suddenly, the door opened and I quickly ran through it just as the cage doors opened. The dogs chased me, their barks filling me with fear. As I ran through the throne room, I felt myself being picked up by the neck and wildly clawed at the arm.

"Stop it," I heard a familiar voice yell. I looked at the person carrying me, it was Mary. As I looked around the room, I realized that the witches had attacked in time to save me. Mary unwound the elastic bandage as the dogs reached her. I willed us back home and crashed onto the floor of the sleeping room.

"What an ugly cat!" Maria exclaimed.

I quickly transformed myself into my normal body and looked around the room, "They are planning to attack at midnight. What time is it?" I asked frantically.

"Almost midnight," Allison answered. "We don't have much time."

"Whatever you do, don't let yourself get fucked by a banana," I screamed at them, "She plans on killing us by orgasm, stay away from the bananas. Everybody get dressed, put on the tightest pants you have." I looked at Allison who was trying to figure out what to do, since her powers would be cancelled by the pants, "Even you, Allison. Stay by me and I'll protect you."

"Chastity belts," somebody calmly said.

I looked around the room trying to figure out who the unfamiliar voice belonged to, until I realized that it was Elizabeth that had spoken, "Elizabeth?" I said.

She nodded her head and repeated herself, "Chastity belts. Transform something into chastity belts for us, metal ones, the bananas will tear apart the jeans. Allison needs to use one too. We need to wear steel bras also, to protect us from the oranges. But we have to attack them now before they attack us, or else we will be doomed," she continued. "I love you, Amber," she told me.

"I love you too," I told her. "But now we need to attack. Hold hands and let's win one for... I don't know, win one for us I guess," I said.

We transported to the Fruit Lady's home, chastity belts and bras appearing magically on our bodies. We looked around and I felt myself being pulled to the ceiling by some unseen force. The chastity belts stuck to the ceiling and we dangled from there precariously. All of us except for Elizabeth, who remained on the floor with an evil grin on her face. The Unspoken One approached her from behind, and I screamed at Elizabeth, "Behind you!"

She turned and opened her arms to the Unspoken One. They kissed passionately as the Fruit Lady removed Elizabeth's clothes. Elizabeth fell to her knees as her tongue found the Unspoken One's pussy. Her tongue wildly licked her slit and the Fruit Lady laughed wickedly as Elizabeth transformed into a cat. "Over there," the Unspoken One said pointing to the end of the room. "I finally figured out how to deal with your little bodyguard. I'm not actually doing anything magical to her, the banana is magical but its magic is contained within, so it can do it's work on her without her magic stopping it. Indirect magic, I should have thought of this loophole long ago, it would have saved me a lot of grief."

The real Elizabeth was hanging from the wall, her hands tied to the wall with iron cuffs and her legs spread wide open and tied to the wall with the same cuffs. A banana was fucking her wildly as her head bowed down, her unconscious body trembling slightly as the climaxes continued to race through her body, even as she neared death from orgasm.

"You bitch!" I yelled.

"Thank you," she answered. "I never expected a compliment from a stupid little bunny." She grabbed an orange from her head and tossed it at the ceiling. It hit Mary in the stomach and an orange gas formed around her. When it faded, the chastity belt disappeared and Mary floated softly to the floor. The Unspoken One threw a banana at her and it instantly penetrated her, quickly thrusting in and out of her. Mary began to moan softly and tried to pump her hips against the banana. She orgasmed with a piercing scream as the banana continued to fuck her. Her body was filled with another orgasm as the Unspoken One tossed another orange. This one hit Brandy and as the chastity belt dissolved and Brandy floated to the ground, The Unspoken One tossed a banana at her and it instantly began fucking her wildly.

Mary was near unconsciousness as her body was being fucked to death as Brandy's first orgasm began. The Unspoken One cackled wildly and looked at me, "I bet you feel pretty helpless, don't you." She tossed another orange, this one hitting Allison. As she floated to the floor The Unspoken One tossed a banana nonchalantly toward Allison and said, "This is too easy, it's getting boring."

Allison moaned in ecstasy as the Unspoken One tossed a cherry at me. A red gas surrounded me, and I found myself floating to the ground. As the gas dispersed, I looked down and discovered that the chastity belt had disappeared but the bra remained in place. I watched a banana fly toward me and felt helpless as it penetrated me.

I watched the banana fuck me, and my boobs bounced wildly in the metal brassiere. One nipple popped out of the bra and the other soon popped out also. I began to feel an orgasm begin to build within me, and I glanced around the room. Every witch in the room was now beginning to orgasm intensely, this time including the Fruit Lady. The ecstasy felt by the witches from my orgasm was proportional to their power, and the Unspoken One was screaming wildly already, coming even before my own orgasm began.

I glanced at Elizabeth still suspended on the wall. "Make yourself cum like you never had before!" she yelled as she regained consciousness somehow. "Focus your energy on the Unspoken One!" she was able to say before her body grew limp again.

The banana continued driving into me, and I rubbed my clitoris. I felt the waves of orgasm race through my body, and could hear the screams from the witches. The Unspoken One's screams were louder and more intense than any other. I focused on her and watched as her body began to go limp. Around me, about half of the witches were lying quietly on the floor, their bodies still as they were overcome by the constant orgasms. A few of the bodies looked pale, including Mary and Brandy.

The bananas slowed slightly as the Unspoken One lost consciousness, and I felt my body begin to go limp as my orgasms continued unabated. My eyes closed and I felt everything turn black.

I awoke sluggishly, the room filled with naked unmoving bodies. I stood, nearly falling, as my weakened body struggled to remain upright. I hobbled to my friends, examining their bodies for signs of life. Mary was dead, as was Brandy. Elizabeth was still hanging naked from the wall and I approached her, knowing she must be dead. Tears filled my eyes as I reached for her. As I touched her shoulder, her eyes opened and she looked at me hopefully.

"I love you, Elizabeth," I said.

"I love you too, Amber," she answered.

I unhooked her from the cuffs and we hugged passionately. We walked to the body of the Unspoken One and as I reached out to touch her, a loud meow filled the room. Kiwi appeared and glared at me menacingly. I grabbed the Unspoken One's arm, her flesh was cold to my touch and she didn't have a pulse. I let her arm fall to the ground and I transported my friends back to our home.

As we examined the bodies, I found six dead and five live witches. Exactly half of the witches had lived if you count Elizabeth who helped me examine the bodies.

As the living regained consciousness, I hugged each of them and informed them what had happened. As Jessica awoke, she asked, "I don't understand. How did Elizabeth get switched?"

"It must have happened somehow during the transportation from there to here the first time, when you saved me," I answered.

"No, it happened when she attacked you here. As you were coming wildly, she overpowered me and transported me to her home," Elizabeth said.

"You mean I made love to a cat?"

"Don't be silly," she laughed. "I watched as you licked the Unspoken One's pussy until she came. She made me watch. I watched the furry little pussy lick the hairless pussy," she said with a giggle.

"Amber," Jessica said. "Now what happens?"

"I don't know... Wait, did you just call me Amber?"

She nodded her head and answered, "Yes, we don't have to call you Bunny anymore, and according to the Book of Common Knowledge, you should have lost all of your learned powers. Try it."

I tried to morph a pillow into something and was unable to. "But I didn't even get to use my powers in the battle against the Unspoken One. That's not fair, I trained really hard to learn all of them too," I complained.

I tried to get Jessica to play with herself, but she just smiled at me and asked, "Nothing, huh? I guess it's all over. We need to bury the bodies appropriately," she said.

"Pentagrams, toads and stuff?" I asked.

"You watch too many movies," she answered. "We just need to hold hands and form a circle around them, then the burial will happen magically."

We did as she said, and as we closed our eyes I felt an electricity fill the air and a warm breeze graze my face. As the wind subsided, I opened my eyes and the bodies had disappeared. The seven of us made love in the middle of the room, swearing a bond between us that would last forever, a bond sworn by lust and love. My orgasms no longer were transferred to the other witches and we all came in our own time. As our orgasms subsided, Elizabeth held me to her chest; I closed my eyes and drifted into a contented sleep, her tender touch gently stroking my hair.

The remaining witches and I continued renting the mansion. We took over Maria's restaurant as a team, earning enough money to pay our overhead. Our days were filled with constant sex with one another and any men we decided to play with.

We redecorated Maria's restaurant, removing all fruits from the menu except for one oversize banana that we counted as a trophy and mounted above the entrance door. We renamed the place 'Witches Brew' and adorned the walls with objects stereotypically associated with witches. The specialty of the house was a beef stew which cooked above an open fire in an oversize pot in the middle of the restaurant. We hired four older women as hostesses, dressing them as witches with black dresses, big noses and warts. We spent most of our time in the basement or at the mansion, letting the business run itself, occasionally using our powers to keep it successful.

One day, as we partied (OK, we were having an orgy) in the basement, we heard the door slam ominously, and the banana flew through the air toward us. As it floated in the middle of the room, it pointed in my direction and paused momentarily. Before it attacked, we heard an menacing laugh that filled our hearts with terror. The banana raced in my direction, flew between my legs and penetrated my already wet pussy. It began to quickly thrust in and out and I began to feel myself begin to orgasm. As my orgasm continued to build, and another foreboding laugh filled the room. I looked around at the other witches and realized that the other witches were coming along with me, as the sensations that filled my body were once again being transferred to them. Even Elizabeth was writhing in ecstasy this time.