The content herein is entirely a work of fiction and all characters and interactions are exclusively a product of my own perverted mind.
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Sara the Sorceress Chapter 2: Awakening
Pain lanced from Sara's ass, returning her to consciousness. She was face down on the floor, still in the basement of Miss Harris' house. The pain was followed by a voice, one she recognized, "You've been a very bad girl," again the pain, "I think you should service me to make up for breaking into my house."
Sara was surprised to find herself moving to a kneeling position. She stared straight forward until Miss Harris came into view. Gone was the professional wardrobe, it was replaced by a black latex corset decorated with a white pentagram... and nothing else.
Miss Harris touched her on the back of the neck with something Sara could not see. Instantly Sara was leaning forward, extending her tongue to Miss Harris' enflamed pussy lips.
"Stop," Sara stopped, though she was completely at the whim of what ever Miss Harris was doing to her and could not have continued had she wanted. Anne knelt to Sara's level before pressing something into Sara's hand and continuing, "You're free to move on your own now, I just wanted to make your situation plain."
Sara shrieked and, with her newfound mobility, pushed herself along the floor until she was against the wall and promptly curled into a ball, "What are you doing to me?"
"I didn't do anything to you," came the response, "You did it to youself when you touched the statue. It... reacts to the touch of a virgin, as I'm sure you've noticed. To be technical, there is a certain amount of unbound magic in a virgin and the purpose of this statue is to bind it perminantly to the virgin. This act creates a talisman of sorts, look in your hand."
Sara looked at what Anne had given her and found she was holding the statue's cock. "Magic? Talisman? What do you mean?"
"Sara you have taken the first step down the road to becoming a sorceress, or some lucky man's ultimate slut. That phallus you are holding is your wand. Unfortunately it is currently, spiritually, part of you. That is what allowed me to control your actions just now."
"No, I don't believe you. Magic? There must be a better explanation... you've drugged me or or..."
As soon as Sara started speaking Anne rose and strode to a nearby cabinet, removing a small blue decanter. "Don't believe in magic eh?" Cutting off Sara's protestations, Anne poured a drop from the decanter onto Sara's left breast.
Sara followed the drop to her breast where it formed a blue circle as it absorbed into the fabric of her shirt. It wasn't long before that spot, then her whole breast started tingling.
"This concoction will temporarily increase your breast size and senisitivity. I wager you'll orgasm from the pressure on your breast before the size increase tears your shirt."
Sara was quickly beginning to believe Anne, there was an escalating flow of pleasurable sensation from her breast and it was ruthlessly overriding her better judgement. She could already feel her groin reacting to it. Sara watched in amazement as her nipples sprang to attention, the left so large it obviously tented the fabric of her shirt.
"If you ever want to wear that shirt again, I suggest you take it off now," Miss Harris said plainly.
Finally believing her, Sara leaned forward and pulled the t-shirt over her head. She almost squealed with pleasure as the fabric slid against her enlarged nipple. Increasingly intrigued by the pleasures of her own body, Sara grasped her enlarged breast with both hands, cupping and massaging the swollen mass. Just touching her nipple she was brought to the brink of orgasm. Sara backed off momentarily, allowing the pressure to recede, then suddenly pinched her nipple and pulled aggressively. Sara was thrown head over heels into an orgasm, an explosion of pleasure that receded gradually.
Sill enjoying the buzz of her first orgasm Sara gripped both nipples firmly, twisting and pulling violently. Her breast had become large enough for her to suck her own nipple. She inserted her enlarged nipple into her mouth while pinching her right and continued groping her left breast. Sara could feel another orgasm coming and renewed her effort, chewing on her left nipple. Try as she might she could not surmount that final height with just her breasts, it was then that Sara remembrered the statue's cock. She blindly searched around, still chewing vigorously, and found it lying next to her on the floor. She quickly plunged it into her sodden cunt through the torn seam of her jeans, pumping it until she exploded with her final orgasm.
Sara nursed herself back to earth, rocking her hips against the phallus still lodged in her pussy and attending to both her breasts with her hands. "Oh-my-god," was all she could say when her mind cleared.
"Believe me now?" a slight nod was the only response Sara could give. "I wasn't planning to do this to you, well at least not for some time, but since you've done it to yourself, it is time to start your training."
"Training? How are you going to train me? Teach me to make stuff like that liquid or the statue?"
"Eventually, but first you need to know and master your own body."
"O-Ok... How do we start?"
"Simple, you make me a sandwich."
To be continued...
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