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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MariaGonzales/www

Witches

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

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.

Epilogue

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.

TO BE CONTINUED
Maybe
Probably not


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