Once Sandra had finished cleaning my penis, she moved her attentions back to Katie, who lay on her back in the changing room. Sandra first, cleaned Katie’s face of my sperm and then proceeded to push her tongue deep into Katie’s mouth. Katie was still unhappy with what had occurred and the fact that Sandra was kissing her now. But Katie seemed resigned to the fate that Sandra was pressing upon her. In fact, Katie, return the kisses that she was receiving.
While recovering, I was able to reflect on the rape that I had helped Sandra commit. I think, like Katie, I was becoming more and more resigned to my fate, the fact that I was a monster. The guilt for my actions toward Katie was much less than the guilt for what I had done to Carmen. Which should be strange, since my reasons for being angry with Carmen were understandable, where as with Katie there were no feeling against or for Katie at all. I do not remember how long Katie kissed and rolled around on the floor with Sandra. It seemed to last for a long time and then to be just over with both Katie and Sandra gasping for air.
It was then that I pulled up and fastened my jeans. I looked at Sandra who was straightening up her clothes, then to Katie who was still on the floor in disarray. I pulled my eyes away from the erotic form of Katie back to Sandra. It is strange that at times that Sandra’s fragrance seemed strong and at other times I hardly noticed it all. Now Sandra’s orangeness hit me again with in a wave. I took in her intoxicating scent as I asked if she would remember our little escapade, indicating the still form of Katie. I would hope so, Sandra giggled but she will never be able to tell anyone about, except us she continued.
By this time most of my sperm that had landed on Katie’s shirt had soaked into and started drying on the GAP t-shirt. I expressed a desire to leave. And Sandra agreed. With no fear I grabbed Sandra’s hand and teleported back to the house. We both cleaned up and sat on the couch in the living room. I held Sandra close for hours in silence. The silence atleast for me stemmed from how exposed the ritual was making us. The Coven could block some things from me, but the actions that the Coven was showing me were revealing, probably more than they or I would like. We talked a little about a pact, for unexpected services, but decided to wait before we made it.
At some time during the night Sandra left my side and I went to sleep on the couch. I dreamed that night. The dreams were not very pleasant either. The first dream was of my mysterious gothic witch and another new witch. The new witch was shorter with short spiked almost pink red hair. This new witch had the same skin complexion as her fellow witch, so very pale. The pink haired witch also had three metal rings evenly spaced in her lower lip and like the darker haired witch she had one ring through her septum. I got the impression that these witches were looking for me.
The next image in my dream was of me strapped to a table with a leather hood over my head. My aura was a strong black. The dark haired witch was standing to one side of the table with her hand on my chest. The pink spiky haired witch was sucking my penis deep into her throat. From the angle I could see, the witch's lips were stretched tightly against my shaft, the metal rings in her lip were pressing tightly along my flesh as the witch slid her my mouth up and down my penis. The witch’s throat bulged each time she drove her head downward over my shaft. The image was extremely erotic, except for the fact that with each bobbing of her head my black aura fade a little. I knew that I had orgasmed when my body arched and my hips pushed up into the pink hair witch’s face. My body strained against the restraints as my body spasmed. The witch had most of my penis lodged in her throat as she swallowed the sperm that must have been spurting down her throat. My aura was visibly reduced when my body had finally gone limp against the table.
The next image that appeared was more familiar, yet no less troubling. I was in the basement standing in the middle of the pentagon, which was in the middle of the pentagram. There were repeated flashes of light, one red, blue, green, orange, white, purple, and then finally black. Through each flash of light my body would spasm. Then the view changed and I could see the girls, my witches. They were standing around and in the pentagram. Each of my Coven brandishing a dagger. As one, my Coven moved forward and drove their daggers into my body. The Coven sheathed their daggers repeatedly into my chest, neck, shoulders and back. My body remained straight as the daggers plunged into my willing flesh. There was no blood on the daggers as they were pulled from my flesh and no wounds where the daggers entered and exited from my skin.
Thursday
I awoke in a cold sweat. That truly was the worst experience I had had since the Coven was formed. I did not know what it meant but it did not seem promising for my future. It was now very early morning as, I could see lighten of the night sky to the grey of dawn. I am not sure if I was scared. Part of me was interested in the releases these visions or dreams hinted at. Another was angry at the implied pain that was being foretold. Only a small part of me dreaded the pain I was surely to experience, if this was to become reality.
I tried to clear my mind of my dreams by turning to my trusty stereo. The loud music spoke of how much he hated someone and still loved them. It strangely rang true in my mind, except it was me that I hated and it was me that I loved. Once the music had beat away my dreams from the surface of my mind. I knew I should prepare for the calling of Zoe. How I knew Zoe was next, I do not know, I just did. Once I was clean and dressed in my green t-shirt and blue jeans, I awaited Zoe, once again drawn into the music. This song screamed of the virtues of being alone, the lack of desire to fuck or fight tonight.
I must have dosed off because I dreamed again. The images were less painful but more or less evil. I guess I would have to decide that later. This dream was more flashes than the previous ones. They were freeze frames of women. All of them were being entered by me in some form or another, their faces frozen in ecstasy or pain. A woman screaming as I entered her from behind her head thrown back, my hands gripping her dark hair tightly. A young black girl taking my whole thick penis deep down her throat, sliva running from her lips, my hands holding her head firmly against me. A woman in a nun’s habit with her legs thrown over my shoulders, her hands gripping my hips and her mouth stretched wide open. So many of this images appeared, I can not recount them all. None of the pictures were of gentle, sensual sex, every one of them were of rough and violent passion.
Then they were gone replaced by Zoe’s sweet voice in my mind. Her voice called me to come to her in her room. I was awake again with a throbbing hard on. I teleported immediately to Zoe’s room. I was truly unsure of what I was going to do when I got there. My mind was screaming to enter a woman, take a women- any women. I appeared in Zoe’s dark room with her sleeping on her flowery patterned bed, the strong scent of peaches filled the room. I had no control, I knew Zoe was going to be entered by me right then. I stripped away the comforter that blocked Zoe from my sight. Her lovely form was concealed beneath a cotton nighty. I rolled Zoe on her back and began to hike her nighty around her hips. To my unconcerned eye, Zoe’s legs spread open in front of me. The smell of peaches became even stronger and I knew where it was coming from. A different day I might have fallen between her legs and lapped her lovely juices.
Not today, I had one mission and that was to enter Zoe, hard and fast. I crawled on to Zoe’s bed and released my rock hard penis from my jeans. I aimed my shaft to her slit and rammed it as hard as I could into Zoe. She was so tight; I probably would not have gotten any penetration except for the fact that Zoe was already extremely wet. As it was, I still only got about two inches of penis lodged into her. What might have surprised me at another time was that Zoe’s legs wrapped around my back and her arms flew to my neck, I was oblivious. I just continued to press deeper into Zoe with single-minded purpose.
I continued to pump into Zoe’s sex and she humped me back. All of my powerful thrusts drove me deeper inside, until I was finally buried to the hilt. It was then I could hear Zoe’s soft moans in my ear as she clung to my neck. I continued my assault on her pussy with a vengeance. My penetration into her body were with long deep rapid strokes. At some point, Zoe’s mouth found mine and her tongue parted my lips. Again, her scent of peaches overwhelmed my senses. I jammed my tongue into her mouth as well. Our tongues mingled while I continued to pummel in and out of Zoe. Zoe was thrashing so wild under me that at times our mouths would lose contact, but without fail her mouth found mine again and again.
Then it was over. My body seemed to try to bend backwards to gain deeper penetration as I unloaded deep into her channel. Spasms racked my body as I released my sperm. I saw spots and flashes of light as my cum jetted from my shaft. I felt myself collapse, on top of Zoe, as I was no longer controlling my body. Zoe Thrashed underneath me for a few moments longer before my brain just shut down. I awoke with a start. The smell of peaches filled my nostrils, which immediately clued me into where I was. At least I knew that my sex earlier with Zoe was not a dream. It was strange to be sleeping in a girl’s room; Zoe’s room was a bright pastel green color filled with stuffed animals. The bed was small compared to my large frame that was sprawled across it. It was then that I noticed Zoe was no where to be seen. Even with the sun glaring into her room, Zoe’s room was warm and comfortable. So I allowed myself to relax as I waited for Zoe to appear.
I was a little surprised, even though I should not have been, when a large brown feline entered the room and jumped up on to the bed. My body tension relaxed as the large animal started to purr as it lay across my chest. I knew it was Zoe, so I began to pet the large cat along its back. I even rubbed Zoe behind her ears as she stared at me through her large green eyes. The animal’s hot breath was Zoe’s fragrant peach that would have given away that the animal was Zoe if I had not already known.I know it should feel strange to have a large feline on my chest but for some reason it just seemed natural. We lay on the bed for a while enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. I thought for a moment that the need to be close to my witches must be part of the bonding that must be experienced. With the exception of Carmen, this closeness was, I do not know, part of the process.I felt Zoe change under my hand. My hand was moving through Zoe’s long red hair instead of the short brown hair that it was a moment ago. I looked down at Zoe’s now sleeping form concealed once again by a cotton nightie. Zoe face still amazed me, beyond beautiful, so flawless. Her breath was warm against my skin and her chest gently rose and fell with each breath. I am not sure when the moment ended but I felt the need to move.
As I tried to disengage myself from Zoe. Zoe almost clung to me as I shifted towards the edge of the bed. Jason, she murmured to me. I just need to stand I told her as I again removed myself from her grasp. I escaped to her bathroom; I felt a need to escape from what I was not sure. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash this feeling away. As quickly as the feeling came it was gone. I not even sure what it was but I felt kind of silly. I mean here I was in a room with arguably one of the prettiest woman every and I felt this need to leave. Well that had past and I walk back into Zoe’s room. Zoe had turned the radio on and was now gathering clothes to change into. Zoe was a different being than the one from the not so distant past. One of the reasons Zoe had been the more lovely of my sisters’ friends had been the way she could almost casually hide what she had deemed as flaws in her face. This was no longer the case. Zoe was free to expose herself to the world with no fear of ridicule. The way Zoe moved around the room was captivating. Every move was sensual and fluid. When Zoe brought her flashing green eyes to bear on me, it was as if she had paralyzed me.
Once I had pulled myself from her gaze I flopped on to her seemingly tiny bed to hide the fact that she had such an effect on me. Zoe spoke to me then. Jason I think we have to come to an understanding, I faced away from her as she communicated to me. I heard a statement on the news that I think fits our situation for the time being, she continued. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I think this true for both of us when we consider the Coven. We are both separate in a fashion from the Coven. I do not want to presume that the Coven is truly our enemy but it is very true that they are not our friends in the strictest sense, Zoe said and then paused.
I waited for her to continue, some thing important was going to be said and I wanted Zoe to finish before I made any comment. Again Zoe spoke, The Coven is in a power struggle and I have refused to pick a side for or against my long time friends. This leaves me vulnerable to the Coven. My choice has isolated me as your position as harvester for the Coven isolates you. I know we can make no pact but I am willing to give you knowledge of witches to help you in your struggles that the Coven is sure to put you through.
Breaking my silence I said how does this benefit you, Zoe? Jason, if the Coven must work to get what they want from you then they will have fewer resources to spend on me, responded Zoe. It made sense that Zoe would be a little uneasy being the only witch in the Coven who was unaligned. For well over an hour Zoe told me things I wanted to know about witches and somethings I wish were not true. I learned about spells that Jessica had only hinted at and actually learned how someone with only a little magical power could overcome someone with a lot.
When the lessons were complete, I said as I thought, Zoe we will never be friends, will we? As surprised, as I was to have uttered these words was the response that Zoe gave me. Zoe launched herself so fiercely at me, I was actually afraid for my life. But that was forgotten with her arms around my neck and the hot tears that slid down my neck. I was in hell then, I knew that I could kill somebody I loved. Her emotions that were truly blocked until that moment showed me the gospel. I was a tool; Zoe who would use me with loving care would discard me with only a fond memory. I knew then it did not matter if Saouri loved me as she had claimed earlier that was not the point to my life now. My witches and that is what they were witches, were going to survive now matter the cost and I must survive at all cost or no longer exist.
It was a very sobering afternoon. Not so much that things were different, but it was more of a question of how I expected things to go. It also included the understanding of how emotional Zoe was. I could not be cowed by true emotion. Love in my case would not conquer all, so to speak. Our encounter was short lived as Zoe returned to fixing her appearance. Zoe dressed simply, a pair of skintight blue jeans and a light green t-shirt was the extent of attire. Zoe’s lovely form and golden red hair would make any out fit stunning.
Zoe was sure to present an interesting scenario for her harvest, so I tried to calm myself. When Zoe explain her plan to me, it was exciting and bewildering. I was to take Zoe to the mall and I was to wait in plain sight until she called me. When I teleported us to the mall, it was the same bathroom that I had teleported to with Sandra. Zoe almost immediately transformed into a black house cat. Zoe then scampered quickly to the bathroom door. She waited expectantly until I opened the door. When I open the door for Zoe, she leaped out of sight. I made no attempt to follow her, instead I moved toward a bench in one of the more busy sections of the mall. I quickly tuned out the people in the mall and focused on the images that Zoe was sending to my mind.
Zoe seemed to use this power easily and it was an interesting experience for me. I could see what she was seeing overlapping what my own eyes were viewing. Zoe moved around the mall with impunity. The view Zoe gave of the mall was also intriguing, in cat form she was so low to the ground it was if the mall was a completely different place. It quickly came apparent that Zoe had found her victims. Zoe was following what appeared to be a mother and daughter. The daughter was a cute curly blonde hair girl, wearing a pleated blue green plaid skirt and a white button up shirt and the mother was an attractive woman with light brown hair, wearing brown slacks and a yellow blouse. Zoe followed the women who moved through the mall, to me at least, in a random pattern.
Zoe watched as the women bought clothes and shoe and the like. I actually was as bored with the process as I could possibly imagine. The only thing that kept me from going crazy was the fact that I knew Zoe had an exciting plan for the mother and daughter. Finally it seemed that the women had finished their seemingly unending shopping trip. The mother and daughter were heading out to the parking lot when Zoe made her move. Zoe caught the young blonde’s attention somehow. I receive no sound from Zoe so when the blonde reached down to pet Zoe, I did not hear what the blonde said (the girl). It was obvious that the blonde was saying something to her mother when she picked Zoe up and carried her to a blue SUV.
The images that Zoe was sending me stopped and actually made me blink as I tried to refocus on what was happening in the mall in front of me. Now all I had to do was wait for Zoe to contact me again. I could move around now that I was no longer receiving double vision from Zoe. I notice that I could go no where without women checking me out. At first every time I saw someone looking at me, I wiped my mouth and checked my reflection in the glass storefronts to make sure I did not have something on my face. Truthfully, I knew I was now good looking but I still was not use to the attention it brought. Before at best I got was a look of disgust if any girl even noticed me.
As good as it made me feel that women thought I was attractive; it made me just as angry that a couple of weeks ago I would not have been noticed by any of these women. It was a good thing that Zoe sent me an image of the hotel room. If I had stayed in the mall much longer I would have been tempted to do some damage to one of these women. I headed to the out of the way bathroom. Once there I made sure that no one was in the bathroom, then I teleported to the image that Zoe had sent.
The place Zoe had me teleport to was a room in a hotel. Zoe was no longer in cat form and the young blonde was on the bed with her legs spread. The mother was in a chair close to the bed with her arms strapped to the chair. The thoughts coming from the mother were filled with anger. The mother was looking at her daughter. The daughter was moving her hands over her pink panty clad mound. Disbelief was filling the mind of the mother but the girl could only think of getting herself off. Then the girl started telling her mother what she was doing and how it felt. Mother I am so hot, I need some relief. Can you see how wet I am?
Zoe was watching the blonde intently. As soon as the blonde girl pushed aside her panties Zoe drop between the blonde’s legs. I moved closer to all three women so I could get a better view. The blonde said mom she is licking my pussy and it feels so good. The mother finally noticed me as I got close to the bed and chair. Fear rose in the mother as she realized what possibilities my presence meant. I ignored the mother and took in the innocent looking girl writhing on the bed. The blonde had a large amount of freckles that dotted her face. The blonde was not stunning but she had this innocent beauty that was increasingly erotic as Zoe licked at the blonde’s slit. The blonde girl continued to describe how Zoe’s tongue felt on her pussy. The mother’s mind was hysterically but she could not pull her eyes away from her daughter’s pussy.
Needless to say, I had a raging hard on now. I was not sure what to do at first but decided that the mother needed some thing to suck on. I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pull my throbbing penis out. I was actual surprised when the mother became even more distressed when my penis touched her lips. Her intention was to pull away but I changed that with a thought to open her mouth and pushed the tip of my penis past her lips. The mother’s panic was a rush; her confusion only made it easier to push her mind to my will. The warmth of the mother’s mouth was intense. The control was becoming addictive. Every time the mother tried to do something I was able to replace her intention with my own. Sooner than she thought possible the mother had half my penis in her mouth.
Then the daughter noticed what we were doing and said mom; you have his cock in her mouth. The daughter was wish my cock was in her mouth. It took a little longer for me to manipulate the mother in to do more than holding my penis in her mouth. Without really think about it I was controlling her intentions. When the mother tried to take control I could with a thought change it. This new form of my empathy was a little more difficult than emotions but it did give me a new sense of power over my victims. When the mother started actively sucking on my cock, a sense of elation overtook me.
I knew this was only temporary but this was an incredible new twist. I tied the pleasure she was giving me to the active participation on her part. The more she used her lips and tongue on me the more pleasure she felt. The mother who was now actively sucking penis was no beauty queen but her motherly look was intensely erotic, especially with my penis engulfed by her mouth. For the first time I touched the mother by grabbing her light brown hair. I made her slowly take me deeper into throat with pressure on the back of her head. I short stroked her mouth, which caused us both pleasures, allowing me to penetrate deeper into her throat. The mother was hooked; she was actively trying to swallow my thick penis now.
I am not even sure who was more excited, the mother or me when her nose hit my pelvic bone. I looked over at the daughter whose eyes were huge at the picture of her mother with a thick penis totally deep throated. The daughter said wow you took the whole thing. The mother thoughts were confused by the disgust she felt at giving me a blowjob and the pleasure she caused herself every time she moved her mouth along my shaft. I had to assume that Zoe had cast a spell on the daughter because all I got from the daughter was the desire to cum. The mother developed a rhythm that allowed her to breathe as well as causing us both the maximum amount of pleasure.
The mother now doing what I wanted allowed me to focus more attention on the daughter and Zoe. Zoe was now fucking the daughter with her tongue. Zoe would move her long hair to the side when it started to get in her way. If it was possible Zoe looked even more beautiful with her faced buried in the daughter’s pussy. The daughter was consumed by her need to cum and the sight of her mother deepthroating my penis. The mother could feel my orgasm building and increased her speed around my rod. When I released my sperm, the mother jammed her head against my belly. I held the mother’s head, ensuring every drop of cum went down her throat.
I felt energized when I pulled my still erect penis from the gasping mother’s throat. The mother’s mind was a whirl as she fought with the disgust she felt at what she had done and her strong desire to suck me off again. Instinctively, Zoe moved away from the daughter and I quickly replaced Zoe’s mouth with my penis. The daughter was very tight but it was clear that she had sex before. I stretched the girl out as I drove deep into her hot wet channel. The daughter again spoke, mom he is splitting me open…he has the biggest dick that I have ever taken. For some reason, my mind returned to the thoughts of the women at the mall. The daughter, like the women at the mall would not have looked at me twice a few weeks ago. I was now in control and I was going to make her and her mother know what they would be missing from now on.
I gave the daughter, mother and Zoe my pleasure as I drove deeper and deeper into the daughter. I ripped the blonde daughter’s button up shirt open, sending button flying. I roughly pulled the daughter’s bra down enough to expose her firm pale breasts. I fondled the daughter’s breasts and twisted her nipples. The blonde daughter was moaning and grunting under me as she tried to hump upward to my thrusting manhood. My desire was so strong that my orgasm was quick in arriving. I let out a roar when I erupted into the daughter; all three women matched my roar with moans. I quickly pulled out of the panting daughter and moved over to the mother who was still immobile in the chair. I brought my slick dripping penis to the mother’s face and let the mixture of her daughter’s juices and my sperm drip on to her blouse.
Again the desire to suck me off and her disgust rose up in the mother’s mind and I yanked her desire and disgust away with malice. The mother’s head slumped against her chest. My mind filled with the all to familiar pleasure, pain and power of the harvest. I felt like a giant as the power filled me. I quickly turned to the panting Zoe and grabbed her hand. I released the power with regret. Zoe almost seemed to expand as I felt myself to contract. I slumped against the mother in the chair as I struggled with the loss of power. The smell of sweet peaches seemed to overwhelm the room.