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Sara the Sorceress Chapter 8: The Hole Grows
When Laura awoke early morning sunlight flooded her room. She remembered little and couldn't process much. What she did know was that her pussy ached. It was not painful but more akin to the feeling of soreness after a good exercise at the gym. Curious, she reached a hand down her inexplicably bare flesh until she grazed her engorge clit. Laura's pleasure button was larger than her nipple and her touched seemed to shake the world.
Unconsciously, Laura plunged four fingers into her cunt, keeping constant contact with her clit using her thumb. She was instantly panting loudly and it was all she could do not to scream outright. She violently punished one of her nipples with her free hand. The floodgates were open for her cum and if not for the intoxicatingly sweet aroma one might assume she had emptied a very full bladder in the night.
Finally, slowly, she came back to earth. Laura continued to slowly fuck her cunt, plunging three fingers at a time, while the previous night's "dreams" reconstructed themselves. Both encounters were so unbelievably unlikely that she wanted to disregard them out of hand, but she couldn't.
Anchored in the still tingling flesh around her leaking pussy were two black rings formed of snakes. She tugged one experimentally, she found the sensation unusual but distinctly erotic. Laura tugged on both, opening the path to her pussy, she decided that she enjoyed it.
Laura played with her new adornments for the better part of an hour. She really wished she had something to put inside herself to experience them together. However, that thought would have to wait, she heard shouting from her Father's room.
"Honey, it worked! You're saved! This is wonderful," Carl's voice was elated.
Laura quickly dressed and dashed to her parent's room. She was shocked to discover her father and mother standing naked. Maria was looking around in amazement, as though she didn't believe what she was seeing. When she saw her daughter she slowly walked toward her and they embraced. Laura couldn't help but take notice of their breasts mashed together. Carl joined the women and they hugged and wept for a long time.
Laura's parents were maddeningly evasive about the nature of Maria's return to the living. All she could get out of them was a general vibe that her mother had been doing something she shouldn't have and her father had taken a great risk to free her. The three of them agreed to spend the night together watching a movie or just catching up. The decision of what to do, legally, about Maria's miraculous return from the dead was also mentioned.
Reluctantly, Laura went to work. She tried to keep herself busy so she wouldn't think about her mother. However, Laura was less than productive at work that day. Whenever an attractive customer, male of female, would enter the diner she would find herself fantasizing about them instead of doing her work. She hadn't been there an hour before she was staining her pants.
About midafternoon Laura was surprized to get a visit from Sara. Sara stopped in for a bite to eat and the two chatted for a few minutes. Laura once again found herself fantasizing and she developed a plan in her mind.
Sara was getting ready to leave when Laura asked her boss for a 15 minute break. He agreed and told her to take 30 if she wanted, he understood that things were tough for her at home.
Laura walked behind Sara and grabbed her arm. She whispered in Sara's ear, "Meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes," and kept walking to the restrooms. Laura was fingering herself when Sara knocked on the door. Laura cracked the door and peered out before letting her friend in. She immediately embraced and kissed her friend, wrapping one arm around her back and the other behind her head and forcing their bodies together.
When Laura released Sara she explained, "I need you so bad Sara. I can't stop thinking about sex."
Laura didn't give her friend time to respond before she started unbuttoning her white, long-sleeved serving uniform. Her bra was soon discarded and her breasts exposed, Sara started nibbling on one and Laura pulled her friend's shirt over her head. When Sara released her breast a short time later Laura continued to undress. Her khaki pants and damp panties found homes on the floor.
Sara now saw the black piercings through Laura's labia. She bent to look at them, gently tugging on one, "Where'd you get these, babe? Cool little snakes."
"I got them at that tattoo parlour," Laura lied.
"I thought you had to be 18?"
"When you're hot it doesn't matter, silly," Laura joked, "Now are you gonna pull on those and eat me out or not?"
"Do you have to ask?" Sara knelt on the floor and hooked her fingers through Laura's piercings. She pulled them wide and started gently licking Laura's exposed pussy.
An unbidden contented sigh escaped Laura's lips and she rested her hands on Sara's head, petting her hair. Sara's tongue was now buried deep in her friend's cunt making its rounds. She would insert it quickly while pressing down against the bottom of Laura's pussy then curl it up and pull it out slowly. Sara experimented with a few of the techniques that Miss Harris had taught her the day before. They had Laura humping her face in short order. The top of Laura's pussy was splayed open and Sara licked her clit a few times then returned to tongue fucking Laura's pussy, she didn't want her friend's climax to be too intense in this place.
"Uoooohghhh," Laura came slowly, she pressed Sara's face hard against her cunt and rocked her pelvis into it. Sara tried to catch all her friend's juices, but it was difficult because she couldn't move her head.
Laura's breasts were heaving when they were finished. She pulled away from her friend and grabbed a roll of paper toweling from the cabinet in the bathroom. Both girls quicky cleaned Laura up. Somehow she couldn't resist fingering he wet cunt before she wiped it clean but she enjoyed it and didn't question her lack of control.
Their efforts, however, were all for naught. When Laura looked at her sodden panties on the floor she had a thought that made her hot all over again, hotter than when she came into the bathroom. She quickly grabbed her panties and dumped them in the trash, pushing some paper towel scraps over them, 'This should be fun,' she thought.
The two girls left separately. Laura stepped out first and scanned the area. She knocked on the bathroom door then held the employee entrance open for Sara who slipped out, cat-like. The remainder of Laura's shift was exhilarating. She still couldn't stop fantasizing about the patrons and almost took one of the hotter guys from her high school back to the bathroom with her. There were times when she could swear the patrons knew something was up, maybe they could smell her excitement. Her performance wasn't up to her normal standards but her boss didn't notice, he was too busy staring at her ass, wondering if what he smelled when she passed was really an open, damp, young pussy.
On her trek home Sara couldn't help but wonder what was up with Laura. She mulled it over for so long that she developed a growing feeling of guilt that she had introduced Laura to the lifestyle that was changing her so much. She decided to talk to Miss Harris, the only person to whom she could bring it up, about it. Sara walked straight to Miss Harris' house and the two sat down on her couch to chat. She was so preoccupied that she failed to notice the same two-tone van pull out of the parking space as she walked up to the house
"Miss Harris, I think there's something wrong with Laura, and I think it's my fault. She's become sex-crazed. I stopped by the diner for lunch today and she fucked me in the bathroom. She also got two piercings, snakes, on her pussy lips. I never would have imagined her to do that. Not to mention, when we were done, she threw her panties in the trash!"
A worried look crossed Miss Harris' face, "Sara, I don't think it's your fault. This could be truly dangerous. I need some time to study a few tomes. In the meantime, I think that I should teach you a defensive tecnhnique. You must be careful and you MUST let me know if anything is unusual in Laura's life."
Teacher and student disrobed and took up their positions on Miss Harris' bed. Miss Harris was laying down with her legs splayed and Laura was sitting up in front of her pussy, her legs splayed underneath Miss Harris'. "I want you to finger my pussy," Miss Harris moaned slightly as Sara complied.
As Sara fingered Miss Harris she noticed, on the fringe of her consciousness, that the room around her was becoming fuzzy. She felt like she was leaning into Miss Harris' hole and couldn't lean back. There was a warmth climbing up Laura's arm, it almost felt like she was inserting the whole thing into Miss Harris' pussy. The room around her blurred and refocused as the warmth spread across Sara's whole body.
Sara and Miss Harris were now in a doorless, windowless pentagonal room. The walls, floor,and ceiling were marble and richly decorated columns marked the five corners. There was no light source but the whole room was perfectly illuminated. Sara was naked, with her back to an enormous, mahogany four post bed decked in maroon silk sheets. Miss Harris was in front of Sara, wearing her black corset.
"The strategy of this technique, Laura, is domination," Miss Harris paused before continuing, "You naughty, naughty girl. You stupid little SLUT!" Miss Harris took a few threatening steps toward Sara, then lit into her again, "You seduce another female, your friend even, taking advantage of her insecurity after her mother's tragic death," Miss Harris took a few more threatening steps and paused.
Miss Harris' sudden change in demeanor frightened Sara, she cowered and slunk back from her mentor's advance, "b-but it was the day before. I.."
"SHUT UP! YOU STUPID LITTLE WHORE! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR EXCUSES," Sara stumbled backward under Miss Harris' verbal onslaught. She didn't have far to go before her back was against the bed, where she shied from her approaching mentor.
Miss Harris dismissively pushed Sara's head, the girl collapsed back onto the bed. Miss Harris climbed onto the bed and stood over the girl's head, she pulled her panties aside and exposed her cunt to Sara, "Do you think you can eat pussy well enough to warrant your continued existence, slut?"
"I-I'll try, mistress," Sara stuttered, her eyes were fixated on Miss Harris' cunt as though it were her source of salvation.
Miss Harris crouched over Sara's face, pressing her cunt against Sara's mouth. Sara dutifully lapped at her mistress' pussy. If Sara could have seen her surroundings, she would have watched the room around her blur once again and resolve into Miss Harris' bedroom.
"Sara, you lost the competition of domination. The result is much like when I controlled you with your wand. Sara, I want you to kiss me like you kiss Laura," Miss Harris freed Sara's face, her free flowing juices coated the inside of her legs.
The two women knelt on the bed facing each other. Sara grasped Miss Harris' head with both hands and planted a kiss on her mouth. The women's heads were cocked to the side and their tongues slid purposefully past one another. Sara started moving her tongue faster, almost fucking Miss Harris with it. Their interlocked tongues reached a fevered pitch and their heads continuously switched sides as Sara attempted to explore and stimulate every corner of her mistress' mouth.
Miss Harris pushed her pupil back, breaking their contact. Four pairs of breasts heaved and Miss Harris spoke, "I think you get the point. I'm going to release you now."
Sara lay back on the bed and unconsciously reached a hand up to her bare breast, "That's powerful... You didn't really mean any of that, did you?"
"No, dear, It was all for the sake of domination. It doesn't matter if what you say is correct, so long as it cows your opponent.
"While you initiate the challenge you can dream up your surroundings and clothing. Anything you don't consciously shape will 'default' to your subconscious. You should also probably carry your wand with you, it makes that technique more powerful. With your wand you can change the scenery after you've initiated the challenge and weaken your opponent's resistance by directing it to fuck them. All of this is instinctual, you simply have to imagine it happening and it will.
"The most difficult part of this technique is initiating it. You have to imagine that as your opponent violates you they reach into an 'inner space.' You then trap them and slowly pull their consciousness into that inner space. I think you should try it," Miss Harris smirked at the last comment, obviously enjoying the idea.
Sara carefully considered her options then leaned back and spread her legs and pussy lips, inviting Miss Harris to eat her out. Miss Harris' tongue probed Sara's cunt, she imagined the tongue staying at the deepest point of the thrust. The next time she imagined it went a little deeper and a little deeper, and a little deeper. Sara imagined that Miss Harris thrust her head into her pussy, her mentor was pulled deeper and deeper into Sara. The sensation was incredible, Sara felt as though she was being fucked with Miss Harris' whole body.
The room was plush, a large dark green decked bed sat on the navy shag carpet. There were a few cupboards around the room in similar hues. Sara's outfit was simple and stunning. Her hair was bound in a high pony tail, it enhanced her height and gave her a dangerous air of sexual prowess. She wore a formed black leather strap four inches in width which was cinched from behind with a black string. A white pentagram was displayed prominently between her breasts and one could see a hint of cleavage above and below. A similar black strap was wrapped around her waist. Little more than a wide belt, the lower strap left little to the imagination. Her ass crack could be seen through the crossed string and the bottom of her pussy could be seen clearly from eye level. Miss Harris was naked, as Sara had been before.
Sara sauntered up to Miss Harris and shoved her roughly. Miss Harris stumbled back into the wall. Sara grabbed one of Miss Harris' breasts and pressed herself firmly against her mentor, sliding her breasts up and down Miss Harris' body. Miss Harris raised a hand to grab Sara's top, only to have it viciously slapped away.
"NO!" Sara stepped back, brought the arm she had used to slap Miss Harris' hand away around and backhanded the older woman, "That's not for you, not till I say."
Sara grabbed Miss Harris' shoulder and threw her to the ground, "Animals belong on the ground."
Leaving her there, Sara stepped to one of the cabinets and opened the doors. She removed a dildo and harness and a pink silicone ring with small rubber fingers on one side. Miss Harris comes up behind her and grasps both breasts squeezing them, "Never let your guard down, Sara," she whispered in the girl's ear.
Sara smiled, enjoying Miss Harris feeling her up for a moment. Not resisting, directly, Sara put the ring on, placed it against Miss Harris' pussy lips and pressed the button, activating the small vibrator. Miss Harris was taken by surprise, she gasped and broke her rythim of groping. Sara smiled widely and moved the ring vibrator, pressing it against Miss Harris' clit, "You do everything I want. You are my little whore. I wanted you to grope me, you groped me. Now get back down on the floor, you are my little slut."
However, Miss Harris didn't give up. She tweaked Sara's nipples and fingered her cunt, but her efforts were all for naught. Sara was now in control of the situation. She inserted a finger into Miss Harris' cunt, the vibrator's rubber fingers contacted Miss Harris' clit and her legs weakened beneath her. Miss Harris was now supporting herself on Sara. Sara lifted her arms and pulled Miss Harris' hands from her breasts. Miss Harris' legs folded beneath her, she landed on the floor kneeling with her legs folded and splayed, leaning against the bed.
"I told you I was in control," Sara knelt before Miss Harris and pressed the vibrator against her cunt, "Play with yoru clit, bitch." Sara leaned over Miss Harris, who was now busily fingering her clit, and groped her mentor's breast. Sara firmly pinched Miss Harris' nipple then leaned in deeper, kissing her mentor. Sara slowly kissed Miss Harris, running her tongue down Miss Harris', the vibrator still firmly pressed against her mentor's cunt.
It was over, and Sara didn't even realize it had ended. The two of them were in the exact same position on the floor, leaning against Miss Harris' bed. Sara's now naked finger was pressed into Miss harris' cunt. Miss Harris lay prone and totally naked beneath Sara, she was excited and her nipples pointed directly at Sara.
Sara stood over Miss Harris and smiled, "Finger your cunt, as many as you can fit in." Miss Harris immediately complied. She stuck three fingers in her cunt, pumped a few times then inserted a fourth.
Sara smiled, "Flick your clit with your thumb." Miss Harris moaned deleriously as she stroked her engorged clit.
"That's enough pleasure for you now, do it to me," Sara grabbed Miss Harris and rolled onto her back, pulling her mentor on top. She should have phrased the command more carefully. Miss Harris rammed three fingers into Sara's pussy exactly as she had done to herself, pumped, and forced in a fourth. Sara groaned and screamed, four fingers were too much for her. she ranted and relented, "Stop, stop, enough! I release you!"
"Well done, but you must be careful. You may give the orders, but the thrall still chooses how to execute them," Miss Harris grasped one of Sara's breasts and squeezed gently, tweaked the nipple and stood up.
Miss Harris and Sara spent the rest of the day in study. Miss Harris kept a number of mystical trinkets and potions in her basement. She also had an extensive collection of occult texts, which they spent some time reading.
When Laura got home her parents were fighting. They couldn't agree on how, legally, to deal with Maria's return. Carl was afraid of the legal ramifications of announcing her return while Maria was unwilling to remain inside to maintain the illusion of her death. Tears trickled down Laura's cheeks and she embraced both parents, pulling them together. She told them to stop fighting, to enjoy the magnificance of Maria's return.
In the face of Laura's simple logic her parents relented. The three of them hugged and decided to order some pizza and watch a movie. Carl went out to rent the movie, while he was gone Laura cornered her mother to ask some questions about what happened. Her mother was evasive, "I really don't think I should tell you, hun. I did some bad things, evil even. Know this and be wary, sometimes being evil feels really, really good."
Laura was perplexed by her mother's answer but put it out of her mind. They chatted idly until Carl, and later the pizza, arrived. The family sat on the couch and put the movie in. Laura sat in the middle with Carl on her right and Maria on her left. They ate dinner largely in silence, all three were watching the movie. Laura and Maria fell asleep before the movie finished. Carl watched the movie to completion and turned on an action flick on one of the movie channels before he too fell asleep.
Cral awoke to wet, sexual sucking sounds. He found Miraa and the girl from the night before slopily kissing beside him. Miraa's shirt was off and the girl was already naked, her soft, creamy flesh pressed against Cral's mate. Cral removed his shirt before reaching around the girl and taking her full breasts into his hands. He gently kneaded them, a moan bubbled through the women's mixed saliva, further invigorating Cral.
Cral slid his outer hand down the Laura's flawless flesh. He bent forward and breathed in her scent, then cupped her dripping sex. Cral inserted two fingers into the Laura's cunt and pumped them slowly. Laura broke her kiss with Miraa and groaned loudly. Carl mischeviously pulled his fingers from Laura's pussy and leaned back. Laura twisted around and looked at Cral, her clouded eyes pleading with him not to stop. Twisted as she was, the flesh beneath her breast creased, outlining her delicious tit. Cral grasped Laura's breast and roughly pulled her to him, locking lips and tasting the mixed saliva that dripped from her chin. Cral abandoned Laura's other tit and grasped her firm ass cheek. He extended his middle finger and slid it between her buttocks until the tip pressed against her rosette. Laura wrapped one arm around Cral and slid her other hand down the top of his pants.
Miraa quickly got jealous. She pulled up on Laura's ass and lifted her onto the couch; Laura's luscious ass waved enticingly in her face. Miraa removed Cral's hand from Laura's ass and licked it languidly. Laura arched her back and pushed her ass against Miraa's tongue and face. With her tongue in Cral's mouth and Miraa's tongue in and around her ass, Laura started unbuckling Cral's pants. His member soon pointed to Laura's chest, free of its denim prison.
Laura kissed down Cral's chest, dribbling saliva, until she could kiss his erect cock. She gently teased his head with her teeth, then dragged them down his shaft and felt a new surge of blood as her nose touched his groin. Licking up the bottom, Laura tasted cool precum, almost fruity, but unidentifiable. Cral's hands soon laced through her hair, holding her head over his cock. As she sucked, licked, and tickled his cock Maria was getting more adventurous. She was tonguing Laura's ass with three fingers in her cunt. Miraa inserted her middle finger as deep as it would go into Laura's ass and licked her stretched sphincter, Laura started mumbling and moaning around Cral's cock. Miraa pressed her finger from behind into her fingers in Laura's cunt, the resulting shock sent Laura into her first orgasm. Fluids leaked down Miraa's arm and she inserted a second finger into Laura's ass, ass fucking Laura with her hand.
In the throes of orgasm Laura pushed down and took Cral's cock into her throat. Cral felt the building pressure in his loins and pulled her away, adressing Miraa, "It's time, honey."
Miraa moved her hand from Laura's cunt to her own,"YES, send her. Let her revel in our mistress' touch!"
Cral roughly forced Laura's head over his cock. His mushroom bumped the back of her throat, initiating her gag refelx. As Cral forced his member deeper into Laura's throat her gagging-choking movements brought him to orgasm. A torrent of ice filled Laura's throat until she experienced brain freeze. Cral's now threatening hand held her head firmly until his cold cum ceased to flow.
"Welcome back, my pet," a familiar voice woke Laura. As her senses returned, she discovered that she was in quite a lewd position. Four hands, two apiece, pulled her legs apart, far enough that she feared her hips might pop. An arm hooked across her neck to one breast, holding her to the "ground." Laura could feel that she was lying atop a man; his cock protruded below her, brushing both ass and pussy.
"Would you like to help me induct her into this exquisite little hell?" the Demoness bent before Laura's exposed pussy and tickled the man's balls. Almost instantaneously a steady river of cum snaked down the man's cock, he mumbled unintelligibly and shifted beneath Laura.
At the Demoness' command two of the four hands holding her legs pushed her butt into the air. The Demoness lined up the man's cock and the hands lowered her onto it, penetrating her ass. Laura groaned in expectation but was cut off by a gasp as her cunt was invaded by three of the Demoness' fingers. Laura started massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Images of her last visit and the serpent's trip through her body danced in front of her mind's eye.
"Lust," the Demoness' first summoning seemed to resonate with Laura's soul. Erotic vibrations passed through her body and she climaxed, screaming uncontrollably.
Wet noises alerted Laura to the approach of the first serpent. It slithered out of the Demoness' cunt and over to Laura, where it waited for its mistress to remove her fingers. Laura was not prepared for the next sensation. The Demoness pulled her swollen pussy lips apart, opening the path for Lust to enter her. Lust thrashed dramatically as it entered Laura's pussy, whipping her thighs and bumping her clit. Laura frantically reached for her clit, though the best she could manage with the damned souls holding her was to lightly brush it. As Lust pulled itself inside Laura it dragged the last two inches of its tail against her clit; the resulting stimulation rocked Laura's oversexed mind, leaving her writhing and spasming with the serpent beneath her skin.
Her composure torn to fragments Laura desperately followed Lust through her body with both hands, massaging her skin for extra sensation where ever it pressed against her. The Demoness was sucking her clit and rocking her bottom with both hands, forcing the man's cock in and out of her ass. Her excitement grew to the edge of a third orgasm as the Demoness began kissing her way up Laura's body.
She was given a brief pause to relax and detach herself from immediate orgasm before the Demoness intoned, "Greed."
When the Demoness kissed her it was almost as though there were three tongues in their two mouths. The second serpent played with Laura's tongue, swirling around it and pushing against it. When Greed latched onto her tongue Laura's screams were void. The Demoness above her seemed to absorb her agony through their still locked lips.
For all the pain, pleasure was soon to come. Laura soon found herself drifting in a painless dream-like state. Ecstasy suffused her body. She could feel the Demoness' pussy rubbing against her own on the fluids that leaked from both. Greed was making its way down Laura's throat while Lust made its way back to her pussy. Laura's movements were sloppy and almost drunk-like. She tried to put her hands on the back of the Demoness' head, but ended up hugging it instead. Between the Demoness' kiss, their smashed breasts, and Lust fucking her from the inside as it crawled out her cunt Laura ascended the heights of another climax. This orgasm was of low intensity and long duration, her whole body was aflame. Occasionally, parts of her body would twitch. Laura merely stared blankly, her mind was overcome. She gave no outward sign as Greed returned to its mistress' mouth but the pleasure certainly entered into the increasingly complex dance of pleasure in her mind.
The sensations wouldn't stop. Her mind was at the convergence of a million constructive wave patterns. Like a beautiful, vicious cycle the pleasure continued to intensify by leaps and bounds. Soon, Laura found that she was only capable of a single, excruciatingly ecstatic stream of consciousness. By the time she passed out, Laura had lost count of the number of orgasms and mini-orgasms she had experienced.
To be continued...
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