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Witches part 1 of 3
If you are looking for a seriously sexy romantic tale, I'm afraid you're
looking at the wrong story, though I do have one of those in the works. If you
want to read something a little goofy with lots of silly sexy things going on,
then you're in the right place. "Witches" is a parody of all movies, stories
and novels about witches, not any one particular story in general.
If you like this story and want to read more like it, I wish I had a
place to send you to read more, but I don't. I have a site filled with my
stories, but I don't stick to one genre. I write romantic stuff, sexy stuff,
dramatic stuff and silly stuff, but I've never written anything like "Witches"
before. Take a look anyway, you might like some of my other stories too. The
URL is http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MariaGonzales/www/ Let me check that again to make
sure I got it right; capital "M" and capital "G". looks right to me.
If you like this story, send me an E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com.
If you are not of legal age to read erotica, then don't read this story.
It will make you go blind. If it is illegal to read erotica where you live,
then move someplace else then read this story. If you dislike erotica, then
what the hell are you doing reading this? This story is Copyright 2000 and
all rights are held by the author. Do not post this story ANYWHERE without my
permission, especially pay sites. Enjoy.
WITCHES 1/3
by Maria Gonzales
Copyright 2000
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."
*****
Continued in part 2
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