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I am not the author - this is merely a repost






Witch
by deirdre, 3/27/96

God she was beautiful.  I was so nervous, on my knee, at her feet, telling
her  how I felt.  Yes, I went the whole nine yards.  She just *had* to
marry me.

How could I believe she would go for *me*?  Well, yes, we'd dated quite
some  time, but even *that* amazed me.  She held the little case and
looked at the  ring.  I went on and on: I'd do *anything* for her.  Her
silence seemed to  spur me: I couldn't *read* her.  She just stared at the
ring. 
She looked up at me.  "You'd do *anything* for me?"

She looked so serious.  "God, yes!" I answered.  Still on one knee.  I
would  have never believed I would come to this.  She was absolutely
beautiful. 
She didn't answer immediately, but looked thoughtful.  The case in her
hand,  the ring still in it.  "Come," she finally said, and stood.

I was confused.  She still held the case, now closed.  She caught my eye 
again, and started out of the room.  I quickly got up and followed her.

She drove.  Her red Corvette.  I must have been crazy to think she'd go
for  me.  But we *were* dating.  I didn't know *where* she was taking
me--this was so strange.

We stood at the door.  The car was behind us, standing in the driveway.  
Behind that were the grounds, which were huge.  The door opened, a man
dressed  in a sort of servant's uniform appearing.  We'd never knocked or
rung.  "Good  evening Ms. Cannon," the man said to Rachel.  Then: "Come."

Rachel didn't hesitate, and I followed.  The front hall was huge, with a
giant  curved stairway.  He led us through a double-door to the side, to a
relatively  small room.  He turned, seemingly signalling that we were all
stopping, but  then left, pulling the doors shut behind him.  Rachel and I
stood there in the  room.

"Rachel, what is this about?" I finally asked.

"Shh.  You said you'd do *anything*."  Yes, but who would have guessed *this*? 
 
She made no move to sit, so I didn't either.

The door opened, and the uniformed man stood to one side.  A woman entered
and  he pulled the door shut again leaving the three of us.  She didn't
greet us or  even much look at us and Rachel didn't say anything either. 
She sat in a  chair in front of us, and as soon as she was situated,
turned her attention to  us.  She was beautiful.  I think she might have
been 50, and in a way her face  showed it, but she was still beautiful. 
She wore a black dress, and had long  black hair.

She looked at Rachel briefly, then turned her attention to me.  She
stared  right at my face.  Still, no one had said a word!

Finally she spoke: "Well, well, Rachel: very good!"

"Thank you ma'am," she replied.  Then suddenly I felt Rachel's mouth at my ear 
as she whispered: "Do this for me!"

Do what?  The woman just looked at me, curiously.  Then I realized that
Rachel  had slipped to the side of the room.  I glanced over to see her
pouring wine  in two glasses.  She carried them back and set them on a
little table.  Then  she opened a fancy little container and lifted out
what looked like a tiny  spoon.  It looked to be silver.  She poured its
contents into one of the  glasses.  I stared. 

She gave me that glass and took the other glass for herself.  She lifted
it to  her lips briefly.  "Drink," she said to me.

I looked at the glass.  What had she put in it?  I looked at Rachel. 
What  sort of game *was* this?  She was so beautiful.  She nodded to me. 
"Do you  love me?" she whispered.  And waited, watching me. 
I took a little sip.  Something was off, but I couldn't work out any
specific  taste.  She nodded again.  We both sipped again.

The woman giggled just a little.  "OK, Rachel," she said.  Rachel looked
at  her.  "Switch glasses."

Rachel looked confused.  She didn't move.  "Do it," said the woman. 
Rachel  finally moved to take my glass and hand me hers.  She stared into
the glass I  had drunk out of.  She didn't want to drink it: that was
written all over her  face.  She looked back up at the woman who was
staring at her.  The woman gave  her a little nod.

She drank.  A sip.  Another.  I drank too.  "OK," said the woman,
smiling.   Rachel put the glass back on the table, each of us having drunk
just a couple  of sips.

We were standing there.  What had we drunk?  Rachel whispered "thanks" in
my  ear.  We stood there. 
"OK, let's get on with it," said the woman.

Rachel looked at me and I looked back at her.  "Take off your clothes,"
she  told me!  I stared at her.  "Please!  For me!"  It was a pleading
voice.

I glanced back at the woman and looked back at Rachel.  This was getting 
weirder and weirder.  Rachel.  Why was she even *dating* me?  "Come on,
you  said..." she added, her voice trailing off.  My mind raced.

I started unbuttoning my shirt.  They watched patiently as I took it off.
and  then the rest.  I stood there, naked in front of them.

Rachel walked away, coming back with something in her hand.  Leather
straps  with buckles.  "Hold your wrists behind your back," she said.  I
looked at  what she held: restraints of some kind.  "Come on," she
prodded.

She put them around my wrists.  Then something around my ankles: a chain
to  hobble me between two leather cuffs encircling my ankles.  Then she
had a gag  of some sort, with part of it to push in my mouth.  And she put
a collar  around my neck.

And we were standing there, again.  I was gagged and restrained.  She
attached  a thin chain to my collar.  It dangled from the ceiling.

"*Very* good," said the woman.  "Let's see."

Rachel approached her and handed her the ring case.  The woman opened it.
She  took out my ring and inspected it.  She slipped it on one of her own
fingers.

All her fingers had rings: it was just one more ring.  "Very nice," she
said,  again, and looked back at me.  "Now, come here for your reward."

Rachel approached the woman and laid herself face down across the woman's lap! 
 
Her rear was up in the air, her hips resting on the woman's thighs.  The
woman  reached to the hem of Rachel's dress, which was ankle-length.  She
slipped a  hand under the hem and up Rachel's dress, managing to do so
without uncovering  her legs even a little bit.

They remained like that, the woman's hand under her dress.  I started to
hear  Rachel's breathing.  She breathed harder and harder.  Soon she was
gasping for  breath, out of control.  The woman still sat there, her hand
inside Rachel's  skirt.

Finally Rachel seemed to spend herself, and lay there, recovering.  The
woman  removed her hand.  Then Rachel stood and came back, standing on the
other side  of me.

"Very nice, Rachel," the woman said, "I'm *very very* pleased.  Show me
your  tongue."

Rachel opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue, the tip down
toward  her chin.  The woman just looked at her.  "*Very* pleased.  Next
time, I'll  allow you to pleasure me.  Go."  Rachel left.

I stood there.  There was nothing to do: I couldn't walk more than a few
feet  the way I was restrained.  She looked at me again.  "You'll do just
fine," she  said.  "Now I'll have Max get you trained."

I stood in uniform, holding the tray of food, serving the entre.  There
were  about thirty people at the table, all impeccably dressed, Elizabeth
at the  head.  That was her name: Elizabeth.  The one I was serving,
another woman,  looked up at me.  I knew her from previous such dinners:
she was always  dressed stylishly.  "Take off your pants," she said.

I didn't hesitate.  Max had done his work on me: on the third day, when
he  said "suck", I was deep-throating him within five seconds.  This woman
seemed  to "like" me.  I knew she'd have me to her room again later that
night.  Her  husband watching.  I'd have no choice at all.

She'd signaled another of the waiters to come over.  I bent over at her order. 
 
And got to feel him thrust into my rear.

The diners didn't pay much attention to us other than the woman.  His
cock  jammed in and out of me.  She reached out and felt my cock--it
wasn't soft.   She looked into my eyes.  We were the only ones doing
anything like this at  the moment: the other waiters and waitresses just
went about their business. 

Then I was back to serving, my pants in place again.  I managed to steal
a  glance at Susan, one of the waitresses.  I wondered what she thought of
me,  doing that, but we were all in the same boat.  And I wouldn't mind at
all if  one of the guests had me do *her*.

I glanced at Susan a lot, but she never appeared to notice.  If she'd
been  interested, we'd have managed to get together sometime: we did have
*that*  much freedom.  But she just went about her business.

In the kitchen, afterwards, I was surprised to find Susan at my elbow. 
"In  the store-room five minutes after cleanup," she said in a voice low
enough  that only I could hear.

I couldn't believe my luck.  I was there.  She came in.  She was
*definitely*  attractive.  "You're going to help me escape," she said.

"What?" 
"I've got it figured out, but I need your help."  She went into a plan.  I 
listened only partly.  So this is what she wants: help escaping.  "Got
it?"  she said.

"I think so," I answered.

"You have to *know* so," she said in a frustrated voice, and ran over the
plan  again.  I listened more closely.

It could work.  We could get out.  But I wasn't at all certain: you can't
tell  about Elizabeth.

It was later and we'd finalize the plan.  We slipped out of a window and  
started across the grounds.  She'd figured out when the guards weren't
around. 
 
Or so she'd thought...

We stood in front of Elizabeth.  Both restrained.  Naked, our clothes on
the  floor around us.  "Well, well, well," Elizabeth said, looking at us. 
She  picked up a phone and made a call, speaking too low for us to hear. 
Then she  just sat there, looking at us.

Ten minutes.  Twenty minutes at least.  Finally a man entered the room. 
He  looked at Elizabeth and at Susan.  He walked up to Susan and put a
hand on  each side of her head, drawing her head close to his, and just
held her like  that for a little.  Then he took off her gag and her
hand-restraints.  Then he  kissed her on the lips.

She stood there.  He left her and poured two glasses of wine.  He put them
on  the table, and opened the fancy container.  And dumped powder into one
of the  glasses.  He gave Susan the glass with the powder and took the
other one  himself.  He looked at her.  She just stared into his eyes.

"Drink, Susan darling," he said.  His voice was silky.

He took a sip.  She looked at her glass.  He nodded at her when her eyes 
returned to him.  He sipped again.  She did too.  They both drank.  All of
it. 

Her eyes never lft him the whole time.  He smiled.

He took her glass and put them both back on the table.  Then he reattached
her  hands together, and her gag.  She just stood there, letting him.

"Thank you, Stephen," Elizabeth, said.  "Now for your reward."  She handed
him  a long, slender black cloth.

He stood next to her and tied the cloth around his own eyes as a
blindfold.   Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock!  He
started stroking it  and getting it hard!  "OK," said Elizabeth, and he
stopped, removing his hand,  leaving his cock sticking out, right in front
of her.


We just watched.  It was sticking out straight.  Suddenly I noticed
another  man standing behind Elizabeth.  I hadn't seen him come in: he'd
come in  silently.  The man reached around Elizabeth and took hold of
Stephen's cock!

He slowly stroked it.  "You like that?" asked Elizabeth.

"Yes!" hissed Stephen.

She pulled the man's hand off, and then said: "OK."  Stephen started stroking
 his cock again, faster, and came.  The other man was gone.

Stephen took off his blindfold.  "Very good, Stephen," said Elizabeth. 
He  zipped himself up, and left.

She looked at us.  "OK, Susan, now listen to me."  She paused, looking at
us.  "You want to go.  I'm going to let you go. 

"I'm going to have your restraints taken off, and you can get dressed and 
leave.  I won't stop you or bother you.  But I will give you another choice.

Do you *feel* anything?"  She paused.

"I think you're beginning to *feel* something.  Do you feel anything down 
*there* yet?  A little feeling?  An *itching*, inside you?"  Again she
paused.

"It would feel awfully good to have a cock in you now, wouldn't it?  This
man  here adores you and would *love* to fill you right now.  And he's
*good*, too:  *very* good, I'd say.  Would you like to feel his cock in
you right now?  A  cock, and that feeling inside you?

"I'm going to release you, and then you have two choices: get dressed and
walk  out, or... lean forward over the back of that chair and let this man
take care  of you--of that feeling.  That's your choice, Susan.  But if
you take *him*,  you stay."

Being in Susan felt as good as I thought it would: heaven!  When we were
done,  two men put her restraints and gag on again and led her away.  As
they were  leaving, Elizabeth said: "I thought you were one of the few who
would  cooperate *without* the help of the powder, Susan.  I must admit to
being a  bit disappointed."

Then Susan was gone.  I was left there, in front of Elizabeth.  She eyed me.

"Very nice," she said at last: "you will be quite useful."  I didn't answer.

"Quite useful: you're going to be something *special* for me!  You want a 
reward?"  She held out the black cloth to me and smiled at me.  She was
so  beautiful.

I shook my head no.  But I looked at her and thought about it.  I was
thinking  about what it would be like to *seem* like she were touching
me.  I actually  thought about changing my answer.

She giggled.  I could tell: she knew exactly what I was thinking.  "OK,
but  the offer stands.  You will be *very* useful indeed.  Now off with
you: I  believe one of my guests has requested your presence yet again." 
Once again,

she had that sly smile.  My mind raced.  Had Stephen *known* what she was 
doing?  "Don't worry," she continued: "you'll have *her* again."  I
started to dress.  She didn't move.  As I was leaving, she said: "Just a 
minute."  I paused.

"I'll do one thing for you: I'll tell you a secret," she said.  I paused
to  look at her, but simply waited for her to continue.  "The secret of
the  powder.  You're not going to reveal this to *anyone*."  She paused,
briefly,  then went on: "You know what's in it?"

"No," I mumbled.

She smiled and leaned closer, and said in a softer voice:  "Absolutely 
nothing."

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