the power prologue like the crack of the whip
The Power
Prologue: Like The Crack Of The Whip, I Snap Attack
The world is divided into the one percent who pay whatever price they must to use Magic and the ninety-nine percent who would.
It’s really more like three percent with as much as one out of ten people dabbling once or twice in their life. One percent is the number bandied about due to the difference between owning a foot from a properly sacrificed/sanctified rabbit and the BIG Magics–like possessing a Grimoire, inheriting an Artifact, devoting your life to following the myriad rules laid down by one of the eight hundred ninety-three Young Gods, or binding your immortal soul to a Demon.
Magic costs.
A rabbit’s foot costs cash; the others require a different currency. Of course, no one remembers that the rabbit paid with its life.
“ALL damn it! Can’t you do anything right, you fucking cunt?!?”
I rolled over and eyed my alarm clock. Seven-fifteen am! My stepmother’s boyfriend was off to an early start. Personally, I think unemployed people should lie in bed until eleven am to stay out of the way of people with things to do, like get to school on time. Climbing out of bed, I tuned the boyfriend out and grabbed my clothes for the day.
My father’s life insurance policy and the court’s judgment on the airline’s liability set my stepmother and me up for life. For all her bad taste in men, my stepmother didn’t let them get near the money. In fact, the two no-parachute ejections for a boyfriend were to make a play for the money or lay a hand on me. Unfortunately, she did not mind when they got rough with her.
Sitting at the kitchen table, I studied my stepmother from the corner of my eye. No new bruises! This boyfriend wasn’t a striker or maybe he was smart enough to place the marks in easy to hide locations.
“Today is your long day, Michael,” my stepmom said as she placed a plate in front of me. I frowned at the food: egg whites, wheat toast, and turkey bacon.
“Yes, Julia Ann,” I replied. I hadn’t known any other mother, but the boyfriends changed our relationship. Julia Ann never called me ‘son’ anymore either.
“I know you don’t like my food, but I have to maintain my figure,” she said, sitting down to my right. “It’s good for you!”
A sideways glance gave me a good look at rewards of eating well–firm, luscious tits. Turkey bacon isn’t bad! I would have felt guilty about the tightness in my groin, but Julia Ann and I were more roommates than MILF-y stepmom and horny stepson.
“Martial arts,” Julia Ann whispered to herself. I started taking classes after the first boyfriend hit her, thinking I needed to protect her. Later, I realized Julia Ann liked a particular relationship with men.
Her boyfriend kicked something in the living room before stomping into the kitchen. He gave me the stink-eye as he sat down.
“Where’s my food, bitch?” he yelled at Julia Ann.
I sighed loudly. He smirked, slapping Julia Ann’s ass when she stood up. This boyfriend carefully expanded the boundaries of their relationship. Julia Ann had never allowed overt sexuality around me!
“And none of that fat-free crap you eat, bitch!”
I found it much harder to tune him out when he was in the same room.
Girls make high school tolerable! I always wondered what does it for the girls–not boys, since as far as I can tell a teenage boy is a walking, talking sex hormone, myself included as evidenced by the daily stepmother inspired morning wood.
I was NOT one of those guys who hate jocks, cheerleaders, and the popular kids. I would have let them shave my nuts and call me ‘Baldy’ if it got me membership to the In-Crowd. High school wasn’t as much fun as in the movies or TV shows, not that I wanted to mix my teenage years with television grade drama! I’d shoot myself if I got a chick pregnant, was diagnosed with cancer, and lost a parent in the same year. I just wanted high school to be more than a rest stop on the way to adulthood!
I didn’t have any close friends so nobody greeted me as I waited for the school bell to ring and the doors to open. I usually went in through the main entrance because my locker was located two floors above it. The limousine caught my attention. Not exactly the motor coach of choice for public school attendees! A man stepped out of the backseat and reached a hand into the vehicle. A blonde girl let him help her out. The girl’s head turned to survey the street. She slowly spun around; her eyes moved from kid to kid. I watched her identify and label each of us: geek, jock, cheerleader, nobody, goth-Coven wannabe, future Nun of ALL, etc.
“Pretty blue,” I whispered when her eyes arrived at me. Her head reared back! Those blue eyes drilled into me, almost as if she heard me.
Impossible!
“Not impossible,” I whispered.
I always forgot about Magic! I’m not one to point the finger, but a limousine is a good marker of success and success is a good marker of Magic use. I’m sure not EVERY successful person cut a deal or sold their soul. The fact is that a large number of them received aid climbing to the heights of economic, social, and political prosperity. Does anybody believe Beamon jumped sixty feet in the sixty-eight Olympics ‘au naturel’?
The blonde finished the study of her new classmates and followed the man into the school. She held the door open for a second, turning to give me one last look. She frowned, shook her head, and let the door close behind her.
Some people have ‘IT’…I would love to but I do not!
In the week since the blonde joined our class, she made plenty of female friends. She even crossed social boundaries. Her troupe consisted of a cheerleader, an athlete, one of the brain trust, and a social non-entity. They appeared to get tight very quickly. Of course, there were whispers! Nothing gets tongues wagging more than the formation of a new social group, especially when they are all the same sex. At least, they weren’t males–a Coven of Witches is one thing, but a Murder of Warlocks is a damn good reason to panic.
I sat in the cafeteria, moving the food around my plate. The school cafeteria was emptier than usual. Blondie and her four friends sat a few rows away from me. The girls were hot! Gianna Michaels, the brain trust, was a big girl, but she had the height and tits to carry it. CJ Mills fit the required female parts in a five-foot athletic frame. Jenaveve Jolie…Latina and a cheerleader! My favorite was Persephone Neece, a quiet redhead who always seemed to be watching everything around her. Blondie and I attended a couple of the same classes so I learned her name–Barbie Murdock. Hot failed to describe Barbie, but the coldness of her eyes put guys off. The blonde’s stare could make ice look for a warmer climate.
The girls noticed me watching them and whispered to each other. They held hands for a few seconds. Within a few minutes, the girls and I were the only ones left in the cafeteria. I didn’t like the way they frowned at me. The girls stood up, dumped their lunch trays, and walked to my table. Nobody had to tell me I needed to keep my eyes on Barbie.
“You don’t hide it very well,” Barbie said to me.
“Hide what?”
“You stare at me a lot,” Barbie said. The other girls nodded aggressively.
“You’re pretty,” I told Barbie. “I’m a boy. I am going to stare at pretty girls! It’s what our creator, ALL, intended. I’ll try to make sure you don’t catch me again though.”
“She’s pretty?” Jenaveve asked. I liked the cheerleader’s long, straight black hair; I really liked Jenaveve’s symmetrical curves!
“Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Clear skin.” I shrugged at Barbie. “I’m not fan of the black you prefer to wear, but I’m not exactly a fashionista so to each their own.”
The girls turned to look at Barbie. Blondie’s eyebrows rose almost to her hairline.
“You can’t be a Warlock,” Gianna said suddenly. “You’re a nobody and they NEVER hide!”
“That’s a bit harsh,” I said with a small smile. “I don’t make friends like the five of you do, but I think my stepmom would miss me if something happened. If one person would miss you then you can’t be a nobody, right?”
“Are you a Wizard?” Barbie asked me. “Only a Black Wizard could be so powerful at your age! White Grimoires won’t bind to teenage boys. You have a Black Grimoire, don’t you?”
I winced, looking around to make sure no one had joined us in the cafeteria. Fear of Magic is a natural thing for the have-nots, although the amount of fear is variable on a scale. A Young God’s Servants or White Wizards are feared only a little more than Magic itself. A Coven is publicly tolerated and privately kept on speed dial. A Hag (a lone Witch) is concerning, but a curse can be handy at times. People move away from a Murder of Warlocks! They move and hide the children from anyone who might have a Black Grimoire in their possession. The only thing worse than a Black Wizard is someone bound to a Major Demon!
“I don’t have a Grimoire, White or Black,” I told them. “I don’t even know where to get one!”
“An Artifact then!” Gianna said. “Are you wearing any jewelry?”
“This is getting a little crazy,” I said, standing up. A Coven can be dangerous, so I opened my shirt collar for them to see that I wasn’t wearing any necklaces. I flashed my fingers and wrists at them–no rings or bracelets.
“You’re seeing through a powerful Illusion Spell,” Barbie said softly. “It’s not possible unless you’ve have something bigger backing you.”
“Okay…” I grabbed my tray and tried to walk around them. Barbie grabbed my forearm; her girlfriends gasped and stepped away.
“I felt it,” Barbie whispered, letting go of my hand and walking backwards from me. “It’s almost Artifact level, but you snapped the Spell like a twig!”
“This is why I’m not popular, right?” I asked the girls. “I’m a level of sane that doesn’t do well in high school.”
I dumped my food in the garbage and headed for the nearest door.
“Wait!” Barbie yelled.
I froze and turned around. She had something in her hand–a tube?
“Barbie, don’t,” Gianna said. “Not in school!”
Barbie closed her eyes and extended her hand towards me. A small Fireball shot from the tube towards my chest.
“HEY!” I screamed. Thankfully, the ball disappeared when it struck me! I patted myself down. No fire!
“You know…I get it! You’re an all powerful Coven now!” I yelled at the girls. “You don’t have to fucking scare me with some Illusion Spell or by turning the Fireball off when it hits me! In fact, no Fireball was needed! I was scared of you already!”
The girls looked thunderstruck. Their mouths were agape; their eyes couldn’t have opened wider!
“ALL!” I yelled at the ceiling, before running out of the cafeteria.
Chapter 1: Bang The Bass, Turn Up The Treble
Pretty high school girls are the bomb! They can also be the greatest source of frustration for a sixteen-year-old boy. I’m not talking about sexual frustration either. Barbie and her crew were following me! They didn’t have good spy skills, so I caught them plenty of times during the next two weeks. They appeared to grow more frustrated and puzzled as the days progressed. A Coven is generally a stable entity, but Magic and frustration don’t mix well.
Julia Ann’s boyfriend was also waging a more obvious war on his boundaries. He must have figured out that Julia Ann only cared about her two limits. Since he didn’t give a shit about money or me, he was having himself a ball. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible, which gave the girls plenty of opportunities to stalk me.
I was about to report their behavior to the school administrators when the girls decided on a more direct approach.
“Michael!” someone yelled. I turned around and almost ran for it. The girls must have thought about the possibility because they came at me in a spread formation.
“We want to talk to you,” Barbie said.
“You have me surrounded,” I said, looking from girl to girl. “Do you I have a choice?”
“Be nice,” Persephone said to the girls. “You get more with honey.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. Persephone had red hair and vibrant green eyes, a deadly combo to the male thought process. Gianna straightened her back and pushed her boobs at me. Her very big and round boobs were a deadlier combo against me thinking straight!
“Come with us,” Gianna told me. “Please!”
I wanted to not look, but as I had previously stated–ALL intends teenage boys to stare. They were a gorgeous pair of tits and no bra could help that much!
“Five pretty girls,” Jenaveve said to me. “You should be jumping for joy that we want to get you alone.”
“A baby Coven!” I replied. “I don’t need those thirty-five minutes in any heaven.”
CJ stepped in front of me. She stared up at me with her dark brown eyes! Smiling, she put her hands on my chest, stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed me.
I followed her when she walked away.
“Get out!” Barbie said to the man in the living room. He was the one who accompanied Barbie on her first day at our school. I watched him walk out of the room.
“I thought he was your dad,” I told Barbie.
“He is,” she replied. The other four girls shook their heads at me. I nodded slowly and kept my mouth shut.
BUT…I couldn’t!
“I’ve never seen someone treat their father like a servant,” I told Barbie as I looked around the large room. She didn’t respond. I turned towards her; she was staring daggers at me.
“You told us that we need him, Barbie,” Persephone said softly.
“Do you hate him because he named you Barbie?” I asked seriously. “I’d be pretty pissed if my parents named me after a toy, unless it was Tonka. That would be fucking cool!”
“Would kissing you again shut you up?” CJ asked. She lounged on the sofa and smiled at me. The girls sat down around the room; Barbie stayed on her feet.
“I’d be quiet during the kissing,” I told CJ. “It is weird to eject your dad from the house.”
“Maybe it’s her money,” Jenaveve told me.
“Is it?” I asked Barbie. “So your mom was the rich one?”
The blonde’s eyes hardened. I would have sworn the room temperature dropped ten degrees.
“My father owes me,” Barbie said. “For a number of things!”
Considering my lack of a relationship with Julia Ann, I could understand feeling like a parental unit owed you.
“So what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked the girls.
“You can see through a very powerful Illusion Spell,” Barbie told me. She reached into the collar of her shirt and pulled a necklace off. She held it out so I could look at the sapphire pendant.
“I don’t understand,” I said with a frown.
“When Barbie has the pendant on, everybody sees a Goth brunette with a lot of pimples,” Jenaveve said. “A really ugly chick!”
I didn’t like the way the girls stared at me. A little hungry!
“Okay…” I twisted my lips. “Seriously?”
“Very!” Gianna replied. “Barbie’s father is a Wizard. His White Grimoire isn’t very big, but it has the details for making a few items like Illusion Pendants.”
“Maybe it isn’t a good Forging Spell,” I suggested.
“It doesn’t work like that, Michael,” Gianna replied. “He showed us his White Grimoire when we told him about you seeing through the Illusion. Every Spell is high quality!”
“So you do NOT have a Grimoire?” Barbie asked me in a strong tone of voice.
“Girl!” I said with some exasperation. “Not a black one, a white one, or even a pink one!”
“There’s Pink Grimoires?” Jenaveve asked.
“They’re lesbian-only,” Persephone deadpanned. It took a few seconds for Jenaveve to realize the redhead was joking.
“He can’t be a Warlock,” CJ told the girls. “You always know when a guy has that kind of power.”
Whether they are male or females, the possession of a Grimoire earns a person the title of Wizard. All other not Demon-bound or Young God affiliated Magic using males are called Warlocks; females get the Witch tag.
Barbie nodded, looking me up and down. “Yes! He’d make himself the King of the School if he had any kind of power. The cheerleading team would be lining up to suck his dick.”
I shrugged at their accusatory looks. Sometimes, you get blamed for things other guys have done, although blowjobs from all the cheerleaders would be on my menu if I had the juice to pull it off.
“I’ve always been partial to Emperor rather than King,” I told them.
“No jewelry,” Gianna told Barbie. “He definitely doesn’t have an Artifact or we’d be able to trace it.”
“The Immunity is the key,” Barbie replied.
Gianna nodded. “I agree–the indirect spells failed! There’s nothing about that in anything I read.”
“Are you ladies going to talk amongst yourselves?” I asked. “I could use a soda, so I’ll come back when you’re ready to say some shit that makes sense to me.”
“I didn’t stop the Fireball,” Barbie told me. “The one I threw at you in the cafeteria.”
“Yeah! I remember!” I took a step back.
“It wasn’t an Illusion either,” she continued.
“It had to be,” I replied. “I didn’t get burned!”
“And I’ve spent the last two weeks in the town library and Magic Shop trying to figure out how you could manage it without being a Magic user yourself,” Gianna groused.
“We did more to you, Michael,” CJ said. “A lot more and none of it worked! Barbie’s dad tried a couple of things from his Grimoire too.”
“Shit!” I took another step away from them.
“We got bupkis!” Persephone said from behind me. I spun around; the redhead was blocking the doorway.
“The indirect spells failed completely,” Gianna told me. “And take my word, it should be impossible!”
“Indirect Spells are things like collapsing the building you’re in rather than targeting you,” CJ said with a very wide smile on her face. “Gravity and a few hundred tons of building material kills you instead of the Magic doing it.”
“You…”
“We didn’t try to drop a building on you,” Persephone said. Her hand traced a line from my left shoulder to my right. “Barbie likes fire, so we used it to see what would happen.”
“Bupkis!” CJ’s eyes were devouring me.
“I might have believed you could see through an Illusion. I might have even believed you could turn the Spells of a ‘baby’ Coven,” Barbie said to me. “But you shut down my dad’s Spells when you could not have known he was casting them!”
“Are you the child of a Young God?” Gianna asked. “I don’t think so, since we’ve been following you for two weeks and you never went into a church.”
“Gods have children?” I asked in surprise.
“The Sapphic priestess pop them out left and right,” Gianna told me. “Immaculate Conceptions! The kids are humans who don’t use Magic unless they join their mommy’s Church.”
“I think being the son of a God would be something that my stepmother should have mentioned by now,” I told her. “Especially if I have an inside line to being a Servant.”
“A Demon Bond,” Gianna said to Barbie. “It’s really the most likely!”
Barbie shook her head hard.
“She’s right, Gianna,” Persephone said. “Demons and the Young Gods protect their own in very obvious ways. If Michael had sold himself to a Demon, the fire would have burned down his home and left him alive.”
“The what?” I took a step toward Barbie. “You tried to set my house on fire! You could have killed Julia Ann!”
CJ and Persephone grimaced–the other three girls gave varying degrees of shrugs.
“ALL’s Blessings!” I screamed. “What the fuck?!?”
“You’re a WellSpring,” Barbie told me. “It’s the only explanation!”
“We don’t know that,” Gianna said. “We don’t know everything! There’s a host of things it could be. His stepmom could be a Witch for all we know. She’d have to be a major power, but it’s possible.”
Barbie tapped her foot and stared at Gianna. The tall brunette held the stare for a few seconds before sighing.
“I’ve…” I took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. “I’ve heard the term.”
“The Emperor of China,” CJ told me. “The Emperor of Japan. They’re part of WellSpring bloodlines.”
I nodded. “Something about Australia?”
“The aborigines,” Gianna said. “That WellSpring line is why no foreigners are allowed more than one mile in from the coast.”
I stared at the girls.
“No,” I said. “I can’t light a candle with Magic! Those guys are the most powerful Magic users in the world.”
“No, they’re not,” Gianna said.
“You can’t use Magic?” Barbie asked me seriously.
“I haven’t tried a Grimoire. You can’t exactly buy them in a bookstore,” I replied. “I’ve tried items that people said were Magical, but I got…”
“Bupkis!” Persephone finished for me. The girls leaned towards me.
“Do it,” Gianna told Barbie.
Barbie walked to a bookcase and pulled down a small grinding cup. She handed it to me. I stared at it and looked at her.
“Stand it up on your palm,” Barbie instructed. I balanced the cup on my hand. Barbie pressed her palm down on the cup and closed her eyes. After a minute, she opened her eyes. Blinking tears away, she stepped back.
“Nothing,” Barbie said triumphantly. CJ clapped; Jenaveve squeaked happily. Behind me, Persephone sighed. Gianna rocked back and forth. Barbie took the cup from me. Bouncing it a couple of times in her hand, she smiled at Gianna. “Works again!”
“ALL fuck me!” Gianna whispered. “It could be true.”
“It could be?” Barbie asked before putting the cup back in its place.
“Okay,” I said. “Can we go back to–what the fuck is going on here?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re a WellSpring, Michael,” Barbie said.
“But I don’t do Magic,” I replied.
“A WellSpring isn’t a Magic user,” Gianna said. “He is a Source, like a Grimoire or an Artifact. I don’t know how it works because there’s no literature about it from countries that have active WellSpring bloodlines.”
“Huh?” I said, raising my palms upward and shrugging.
“Africa and England had WellSpring bloodlines in ancient times,” Gianna said. “There might have been an Incan bloodline if you take some liberties in the interpretation of their creation myths.”
“Maybe you should get to the part of…yeah, so?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I had to read some pretty old texts, even doing some of the translation myself,” Gianna told me. “Those texts and some stories written during the time of an active WellSpring bloodline were the only way for us to figure out if you might be one.”
“Stories?”
“Morgana guiding King Arthur to the throne,” Gianna said. “In some of the versions, Merlin doesn’t jive as being JUST Morgana’s teacher!”
“If I’m one of these WellSprings, how come I can’t throw fireballs like Barbie?” I asked.
“Because you’re a Source not a Magic user, Michael!” Barbie exclaimed loudly.
Gianna waved at Barbie to calm down. The tall brunette put her hands on her hips and turned to me. “We don’t know, Michael! If you read between the lines of the original texts, it becomes pretty clear a WellSpring doesn’t use Magic. Merlin uses Magic in American versions of the stories! In the old English texts, Merlin is always behind the scenes.”
I stared at her.
“Like I told you, I had to translate some of the stuff myself,” Gianna continued. “Things didn’t fit properly! I think it’s because the people translating the texts didn’t have any experience with a WellSpring so they fit the words to their knowledge of the world. The interesting thing is that Japanese and Chinese translations of those texts agree with my readings.”
Gianna tapped her toe on the ground. “If I had to guess, I would say you couldn’t use Magic because of the First Rule.”
“Magic costs,” I said.
The girls nodded.
“If you’re a Source of Magic and could use that Magic, you’d be a violation of the First Rule,” Gianna said. “The First Rule applies to everyone, except maybe the Young Gods and Demons. Magical creatures like elves, dwarves, and fairies pay a price too.”
“So I’m like a Storing Artifact, but I can’t use it,” I said. “Just my luck!”
“You’re more like a walking Waypoint,” Persephone told me. “You know about Waypoints, right?”
“Ley lines. Intersections of Ley Lines. Waypoints. Major Waypoints,” I said. “Julia Ann signed me up for the Magic Class at school.”
“I’m a Fountain of Magic,” I said with some snark. “Awesome! And let me guess–you want a drink.”
Four of the girls looked at each other uncomfortably; Barbie’s gaze never faltered from me.
“Magic costs, Michael,” Barbie said. “Even Magic Storing items! People become addicted to them.”
“Barbie’s cup is pretty bad,” Gianna said looking at the bookcase. “I can’t imagine a Storing Artifact.”
Persephone walked around me and sat next to CJ. “A Magic user has to decide what price they’re willing to pay.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
She nodded. “Some people turn away, Michael. Some choose a righteous path, like being a Servant to a Young God.”
“A lot of people pay whatever it costs,” Barbie said, almost introspectively.
I snapped my fingers. “Oh!”
Gianna smirked and did the thing where she pushed her magnificent tits towards me. “Ladies, I think he gets it.”
“You want to drink, but you have to pay,” I said.
They nodded.
“Pay me?”
They nodded.
“How?”
“That was a bitch to figure out!” Gianna told me. “It’s pretty bad, but it’s still the cheapest I’ve heard of for the kind of power you can give us.”
Barbie looked at Gianna from the corner of her eye. Blondie wanted to argue with Gianna but must have decided against it.
“Barbie thinks the price is too high,” I told Gianna.
“Barbie is an idiot!” Gianna replied.
I raised an eyebrow.
“A Demon would demand our souls. We’d have to spend a year checking the Contract to make sure he wasn’t screwing us,” Gianna said in a hard voice. “We’d have to devote our lives to a Young God’s rules and purpose if we wanted to become a Servant.”
Barbie’s lips tightened.
“Grimoires are limited by what spells they contain. Getting one is hard enough, but getting a big one is nearly impossible,” Gianna said to Barbie. “Storing Artifacts need time to recharge; they’re also as addicting as Elfweed!”
“Access to the power of a Major Waypoint,” Persephone said. Barbie turned her head to the side and licked her lips; the blonde’s shoulders relaxed.
“I think there’s something else,” Gianna said with a smile. “I’m not sure because it’s not in every text.”
“You really translated stuff from ancient times?” I asked Gianna.
She smiled.
“How smart are you?” I asked.
“Not smart enough to figure out you’re a WellSpring,” Barbie said snidely. Gianna nodded to Barbie, giving the point to the blonde. I looked at the cup on the bookcase.
“You’re immune to Magic,” Barbie told me. “It makes sense since it’s almost impossible to destroy a Magical item.”
“You seem to take it a step further, Michael,” Gianna said. “Direct Magic Spells fizzle on you. Indirect spells fail completely! I’ve never seen or read anything like it. Barbie’s dad cast a spell on one building and it burned to the ground. He tried to cast the same spell on your house and…”
“Bupkis!” Persephone said loudly.
“You really like that word,” I told her, smiling when she winked at me. I snapped my fingers again. “Barbie couldn’t use the cup while I was touching it.”
Gianna nodded. “THAT I read about in all three sets of text: African, English, and Incan! It could still be something else, like a REALLY super-powered Negation Spell on you or if you have a full set of four fairy godmothers who gave you a whopper of a Birth Blessing.”
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “So I might not be a WellSpring?”
“I’m willing to find out,” Barbie told me.
I studied each girl. “How exactly are we going to find out?”
“We try to make the Covenant,” Gianna said. “Our side does the offering; you accept it. If you’re a WellSpring, the Magic binds us.”
“Us?” I took a step back.
“Us!” Barbie said, pointing from one girl to the other. “I doubt you’ll be aware we’re drawing Magic from you.”
“Why not?”
“Because you saw through the Illusion Spell as if it didn’t exist and you’re immune to Magic,” Gianna told me, as if it explained things.
It didn’t!
“Think of it this way, Michael,” Gianna said in a very patient voice. “We’re not making the Covenant with you; it’s between us and the Magic.”
“I’m the tax collector?” I asked.
Gianna’s face tightened.
“You represent the Magic,” Persephone told me. “A stand-in!”
“Okay,” I said slowly. Gianna still looked uncomfortable about something, but I let it go. “What exactly am I standing in for?”
“You’re a sixteen-year old boy,” Barbie said. “What do you think?”
I froze! CJ, Persephone, Gianna, and Jenaveve smiled wickedly. Barbie looked at the girls, squared her shoulders, and met my eyes.
“Sex,” I said.
“Would you prefer a different coin?” CJ asked.
“NO!”
The four girls’ smiles widened. I coughed and shook my head.
“It goes beyond that,” Gianna told me. “Magic costs.”
“The cost has to be equal to what you’re getting,” I said.
She shook her head. “Not even close, Michael!”
“Huh?”
“By any measure, a Demon gets paid more than what they give. They give you a lifetime; you pay an eternity,” Gianna said. “Young Gods charge the eternity AND the lifetime! It’s just that their eternity is more pleasant than a Demon’s version.”
“You come cheaply,” Jenaveve told me.
“I don’t get it,” I told them.
“You’re a boy!” CJ said. “You’re interested in one thing. It’s not that high a price to pay if Barbie is right about what we get in return.”
“So you bang me once and…”
Gianna raised her hand to stop me. “The First Rule is also a warning, Michael. We better pay for what we get!”
“You’re confusing me,” I told her.
“Just because you’re the best bargain in town doesn’t mean we can take advantage,” Gianna said.
“It’s better to pay up front,” Barbie said. “Making Magic collect on us would be very dangerous!”
The girls nodded.
“I can’t do anything to you,” I pointed out. “You told me if I’m a WellSpring that I can’t use Magic.”
“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” Gianna said to the girls. They traded looks between each other before bringing their eyes back to me.
“Everybody who tries to play lip service to the First Rule ends up getting fucked worse than if they paid retail for it,” Gianna told me. “You’re a direct conduit to a force on par with gravity! I’d rather overpay for my ticket to fly than get tossed out the airplane after takeoff.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “So…”
“Gianna designed the Covenant,” Barbie said. “She and I are going to try it today. If it works, the other girls will do it too.”
“How are you going to test it?” I asked them.
“We’re going to cast a spell.” Gianna’s voice expressed how stupid a question it had been on my part.
“Can’t you already cast spells?”
They looked at the cup.
“We need help,” Persephone told me. “If we don’t need help after they do the Covenant, then…”
To be honest, I was afraid to ask or go on. Some of it was being a virgin, but a majority of it had to do with the whole Magic thing. Everyone calls it the First Rule, but in reality it’s the ONLY ‘official’ rule of Magic. The other rules depended on who recited them, what region of the country, what religion, etc. For me, the second rule was ‘Do Not Fuck With Magic!’
“What do I have to do?” I asked Gianna. The tall brunette nodded to Barbie. My heart stopped when Barbie knelt at my feet. Her blue eyes stared up at me.
“I give my body to you. I give my heart to no other. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Your will is my will.”
I was looking up at the ceiling, but I didn’t remember tilting my head back. Barbie’s voice echoed in my head! CJ, Persephone, and Jenaveve were taking my clothes off. I watched their hands undoing buttons. My cock sprang out and pointed at Barbie; it seemed to insist that she come forward. I’d never been past first base so I had nothing to compare against the first touch of Barbie’s mouth on me. She kissed the tip of my dick before encircling the shaft with her fingers. Barbie’s other hand grabbed my dick. The head and a couple of inches were still available to Barbie. She took me into her mouth!
“Ugh!” I tried to bear down and stop myself from cumming. Barbie was having no part of it! She moved her hand and came forward, driving me deeper into her mouth.
I didn’t know what to do! A girl had my dick in her mouth! I wanted to cum, but I wanted it to keep going! Barbie took her other hand off my dick. I watched as more and more of my dick disappeared into her mouth. Her nose pushed my pubic hair flat!
“Wow!” I whispered. “Am I…”
“She’s very talented,” Gianna said in my ear. “The big cock is something the Incans made a huge deal about in their stories. It’s another point for you!”
Barbie tilted her head forward and back. Forward and back! The head of my dick was being massaged. I tried to grab Barbie’s head, but her hands captured mine. She sucked hard and hummed. I blasted cum down Barbie’s throat! The blonde kept sucking! Hands supported me from behind.
“ALL Bless Me!” I shouted at the ceiling.
“My turn,” Gianna said loudly. Barbie pulled away from me. Gianna took the blonde’s place at my feet. The brunette waited until I focused on her.
“I wrote the words, Michael. For you!” she told me. “I give my body to you. I give my heart to no other. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Your will is my will.”
Her words filled me. I didn’t know if I was the thing they wanted me to be, but I was something different than I had ever thought or imagined myself to be! Gianna was staring up at me when I rejoined her reality. She showed me her hands before placing them at the small of her back.
“When I thought about saying those words. When I thought about being in this position. I didn’t think about sucking your dick, Michael. I fantasized about you fucking my face!”
Gianna stared at my dick and opened her mouth. She had long brown hair; I clutched it in my hands and walked forward a step. My cock fucked into Gianna’s mouth! She gagged for a second as I hit the back of her throat. I pulled out of her mouth.
Gianna looked up at me and shook her head. “Your will, Michael! Your pleasure! Fuck me!”
I grabbed her hair tightly and drove my dick into Gianna’s mouth. She took the second stroke completely. I pulled her face into me as I pushed my hips towards her. She took it all! It hadn’t been long enough with Barbie. It wasn’t going to be long enough with Gianna either, not with the way she surrendered to what I wanted.
I fucked Gianna’s mouth and throat with sawing thrusts. I wasn’t in control! I moved raggedly! Gianna didn’t care; she moaned around my cock.
The release was coming! I moved my hips faster; my dick thrummed. Gianna tried to scream around my cock, which only added to my pleasure. I looked down; Gianna’s eyes were shut tightly. I could feel her body’s vibrations through my dick.
Gianna was cumming! A girl was having an orgasm from sucking my dick!
I pulled Gianna’s face against me and held her in place. It felt like a gallon of cum poured from me into Gianna. The girl drank it down!
Gianna orgasmed again.
I sat on the recliner, watching the girls. They were sitting naked in a circle, holding hands, and chanting.
Naked.
Five teenage girls naked in the same room as me.
Naked!
I had asked why they got naked. Jenaveve, CJ, and Persephone wanted to make sure the two girls weren’t cheating by using a Magic item like the cup when they cast the Spell.
Spells–one on Barbie, and one on Gianna. The way Gianna kept trying to cover her body with her hands gave me a clue as to her spell. Gianna was a big girl, and she didn’t like it!
Barbie had scars.
The girls unclasped hands and stared at each other.
“I felt it,” CJ said. She snuck a glance at me. Persephone and Jenaveve did the same thing. Barbie looked very self-satisfied.
“She had more of it,” Persephone said, pointing to Gianna. “Why?”
Barbie ground her teeth together.
“Michael likes me more,” Gianna said, without looking at Barbie. The blonde made fists with her hands and pushed them against the ground.
“But he’s just a conduit,” CJ said. “That’s what you called him!”
“None of the texts were written by women,” Gianna said thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure a more accurate description would be that ‘he is the Magic’!”.
“That would make a difference,” Jenaveve said. The other four girls stared at the cheerleader. Jenaveve wasn’t the brightest of bulbs or at least she tried to live down to the cheerleader stereotype. “Barbie wasn’t as into it as Gianna. If Michael has more control than we thought, he probably thinks Barbie is holding back on her offering, like she didn’t really mean it!”
“I meant it!” Barbie insisted.
“Maybe I’m wrong,” Gianna said to the blonde. “We’re going to have to work through it.”
“It did work though,” Barbie whispered. “It really worked!”
“Yes,” the four girls replied at the same time.
If there’s a more embarrassing thing than being found naked in his recliner by a girl’s father, I don’t want to fucking know what it is! Like Barbie kicking him out, the man accepted my nudity without issue. He stood in the doorway while I dressed. Seriously…did he have to watch me dress?!? He grabbed my arm as I tried to make my escape.
“Barbie is right about you,” he said without meeting my eyes.
“They seem pretty sure of it,” I told him.
“Be careful with my daughter, son.” He raised his eyes and stared directly at me. “She’s not stable!”
His hand dropped to his side.
“And I just gave her access to Magic,” I said slowly.
“A LOT of Magic,” he said. “And a Gift.”
“What?”
“I’m sure Gianna knows about it,” he told me. “But she didn’t tell Barbie.”
“What Gift?”
“Your ability to negate Magic objects was in all three set of texts, but there was one other thing in all of them,” he replied. “Entering into a proper Covenant with a WellSpring imparts a Magical Gift.”
“They get more?”
He stared at me for almost a minute. “Gianna told me what they would say! It’s a proper Covenant, son.”
I shrugged.
“Try to protect Barbie, even from herself.”
I couldn’t light a match with Magic and he wanted me to protect Barbie! The same Barbie, who if the girls were right, had access to the equivalent of a Waypoint now. If anybody needed protection, it was me from Barbie and Gianna! Those two girls proved they would do whatever it took to get power. I shuddered to think what they would do to keep it. And not a good shudder either!
I shook my head and walked out of Barbie’s house.
Chapter 2: Seven, Fourteen, Wise, Divine
Gianna and Barbie made the Covenant on a Thursday. I didn’t get to see how it worked out right away because I missed school on Friday.
Julia Ann fell down the stairs!
I sat in a hospital most of Friday with the uncomfortable feeling that every doctor, nurse, and counselor thought the same thing I did–fell down the steps, my ass! I also suffered through an Academy Award worthy performance from Julia Ann’s boyfriend. He was all love, caring, and tears. Some of the hospital folks made a run at Julia Ann to see if she would admit what really happened. Her story didn’t change so they didn’t have a choice but to release her late Friday night. If I had any doubts that no steps had been injured in the making of the hospital drama, the boyfriend’s attempts to make up for ‘lost’ time with me sealed the deal. He ignored me for two years and suddenly wants the role of Dad in my life? Yeah, not!
I learned from previous boyfriends that a calm follows a particularly bad episode of domestic abuse. The calm grows shorter and shorter between episodes. Being this boyfriend’s first time, the calm lasted the entire weekend. I couldn’t do much for Julia Ann since he was her choice. I still skipped my martial arts classes and stayed at the house all day Saturday. On Sunday, he took Julia Ann on a whole day date: breakfast, shopping, lunch, a couple’s massage, dinner, and a stay at a hotel. (On her dime!) I was glad for the break; the boyfriend didn’t stress me out as much as Julia Ann did. She knew I wasn’t buying their story. I could see her guilt and embarrassment.
On Sunday afternoon, I was flipping through channels when the phone rang.
“Hello,” I said into the phone.
“Hey, Michael!”
“Who is this?” I didn’t get calls from girls.
“Jenaveve,” she replied. “Do you prefer Mike or Michael?”
“I prefer Michael.” I turned the TV off and lay down on the couch. “I have my dad’s name and everybody called him Mike. He died so when people call me Mike I think about him.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “What’s up?”
“Can I come over?”
I sat up and stared at the phone for a second.
“Michael!”
“Sorry, Jenaveve,” I said. “Yeah! Come by! Today?”
The doorbell rang.
“It’s me,” she said. I stared at the phone again, shook my head, and got up. Jenaveve walked inside when I opened the door. She stopped in the middle of the living room and looked around.
“Nice house,” she said, putting her cellphone away. Turning towards me, she tilted her head and smiled.
Jenaveve was Latin; she had long, straight black hair that went halfway down her back. Her dark eyes had a slight Asian cast to them, making her very exotic looking because few Asians came to the West. Her body was a little on the athletic side from cheerleading. Jenaveve wore a jean skirt and a pink top that hugged her boobs and exposed her midriff. I liked the white high heels she chose to complete the ensemble!
She dropped her purse on the floor, reached behind herself, and did something. Straightening her arms, Jenaveve let the pink top fall to the ground. I’d seen those breasts naked, but it was different being the only other person in the room.
“Your stepmom is going to be gone all day, right?” she asked.
“How do you know that?”
“We’ve been playing around,” she told me.
“The girls?”
She nodded. I went back to staring at her naked breasts. Jenaveve put her hands on the front of her jean skirt. I watched as she unbuttoned it. The skirt loosened and looked ready to join the pink top. Jenaveve held it in place until I looked up.
“Gianna lost twenty pounds,” she told me. The skirt dropped! She wasn’t wearing panties! She stepped one foot free and used the other to kick the skirt aside.
“Barbie’s scars are also getting better.” She played with her hair for a second. I stared at her strip of pubic hair. I’d seen Jenaveve naked after Gianna and Barbie made the Covenant, but I would be happy to stare at her whenever she wanted to be naked around me.
“Keep the heels or lose them?” She turned to the side and posed her leg, bringing my attention back to her shoes. I followed the naked leg down; I really had no interest in the damn shoes so I went back to looking at the rest of her.
“Better to lose them,” she said. “I might poke a hole in something.”
Jenaveve raised her foot and rested it on the coffee table. I watched as she undid the strap of her shoe. I didn’t actually watch her undoing the strap; I was staring at her ass, which looked very good in the one leg up position. If I’d been thinking, I would have realized it was a show when Jenaveve turned around and bent over to remove the other shoe. It gave me a great view of her ass and pussy! I thought my dick would burst out of my pants to join the party.
Jenaveve walked towards me slowly. “I give my body to you. I give my heart to no other. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Your will is my will.”
At the end, she was kneeling, looking up at me. We stared at each other as she undid my pants and pushed them, along with my underwear, down my legs. She didn’t wait for me to step out of them. As soon as my dick touched air, Jenaveve captured it with her mouth! She used her teeth on the head, touching me and sliding them along my skin. Grabbing my dick, Jenaveve guided me deeper into her mouth. She pulled me out and met my eyes again.
“Don’t worry about holding back,” she told me. “This is to give you a release so you can really enjoy fucking me.”
My head exploded. Jenaveve’s hands moved on my dick as she took me back into her mouth.
Fucking her? I was going to fuck a cheerleader!
I lasted longer than either of us expected. I had just enough experience after Gianna and Barbie to realize (later) that Jenaveve’s technique was more handjob than blowjob. She massaged my balls with one hand, jacked my dick with the other, and used her mouth on the head of my dick. No complaints though! My entire consciousness focused on Jenaveve’s manipulation. After a minute or two, Jenaveve must have felt something. She used both hands to jack my dick. Her mouth took me deeper when I pressed my hips forward. I wanted more so I grabbed her hair in a ponytail. Jenaveve let me control the speed. She kept using her hands but kept her head still to accept my thrusts.
My dick thickened! Jenaveve took her hands away and let me push into her mouth as far as I wanted to. She stroked my thighs to encourage my body to finish. I came into her mouth; Jenaveve moaned! Like Gianna, my orgasm triggered one for her too.
When I stopped moving, Jenaveve stood up and took my hand.
“Where’s your bathroom?” she asked. “Unless you don’t mind the taste of your cum or if you don’t want to kiss during your first fuck? You are a virgin, right?”
For some reason, I felt no embarrassment at admitting my virginity with a nod. I led Jenaveve to the bathroom and stood in the doorway as she used mouthwash. I didn’t know anything about tasting myself, but it seemed like I should let her guide me through the process.
“Ready?” she asked.
I pointed to my bedroom door. Jenaveve walked through it, crawled onto my bed, flipped over on her back, and spread her legs. Staring at me, she tapped her fingers against her pussy.
My mind was obviously in the bedroom with her and so was my body, but I felt at a distance to entire scene. Like I was only watching it! At least, I did so until the first touch of my dick on Jenaveve’s pussy. Everything in my life became about our contact! Jenaveve grabbed my dick, straightened it, and placed the tip between her pussy lips. I pushed into her body! There was no resistance for a couple of inches. Her pussy accepted my presence. She was warm and wet! Suddenly, my dick encountered tightness. I leaned over Jenaveve; she hitched her hips and wrapped her legs around my thighs. Pushing down on her pussy, I forced my dick past her resistance. Jenaveve arched her back; her hands grabbed my arms.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, arching even more.
A command. A request. A reaction!
I did exactly what Jenaveve wanted–fucked deep into her, pulled back, and fucked back in. I felt her body protecting the last of her depth. Pulling my hips back, I slid forward and slammed down into Jenaveve. The cheerleader screamed and dug her nails into my skin. Her pussy flooded my cock with lubrication. She had orgasmed on my dick! My own pleasure was triggered by Jenaveve’s spasms. I pulled my hips back, fucked into her, pulled back, fucked her, pulled, and fucked! I pressed against Jenaveve, feeling my dick vibrating inside her body.
“ALL!” I yelled as my cock spewed cum into Jenaveve. She arched, her nails scratched at my skin, and her heels kicked at my calves. She came again!
I fell from the heights before Jenaveve did, so I got to watch her face as she rejoined our reality. She opened her eyes; we stared at each other.
“Gianna said according to the stuff she read, you could handle all of us easy,” Jenaveve whispered. “The Chinese and Japanese Emperors have sizeable harems and no lady goes unsatisfied!”
“They’re probably all Witches,” I said. “They get the Magic and don’t have to pay up more than once a month.”
She squeezed my dick with her pussy.
“I very much doubt it, Michael! Your cock hasn’t even glanced in the direction of soft yet,” Jenaveve told me. “Let’s see how much you can take!”
She moved around underneath me. Somehow, she got her legs onto the crooks of my arms. Jenaveve pulled me down and kissed me. I was folding her in half!
“Fuck me,” Jenaveve whispered when I adjusted my hips and settled deeper into her body.
The girls sat with me at lunch on Monday. From the looks on the other students’ faces, I wasn’t the only one who thought it weird.
“You couldn’t wait!” Barbie complained at me.
“Wait?” I asked.
I never liked cafeteria food but being a loner I got to eat in peace. Sighing, I pushed my tray away figuring I had my last undisturbed meal for some time to come.
Barbie leaned towards me and nodded towards Jenaveve. “To fuck her!”
“Woah, lady!” I put up my hands. “It wasn’t my idea.”
I guessed Barbie knew it since she gave Jenaveve an exasperated look. “You were supposed to wait for more proof.”
“Gianna lost twenty pounds.” Jenaveve said with a shrug. “She ate half a pizza on Friday night! Do you know how many calories are in a pizza? It’s all the magic I needed to see.”
I looked at Gianna. “You’ve lost more weight?”
“I’m down thirty pounds,” she replied proudly.
“Isn’t that unhealthy?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I paid at the office, remember?”
In case I had forgotten, Gianna put her hand on my groin, found my hardening dick, and encouraged it to full rigidity.
“And it wasn’t all me.” Jenaveve smiled at me. “You were pretty gung-ho about fucking me in the ass! Some people might even say that you made me take that monster cock in my tiny little poop-chute.”
CJ and Persephone’s eyes opened wide. “Your ass!”
Barbie didn’t blink. Gianna grabbed my dick through the jeans and stroked me.
“I think I figured it out,” Jenaveve said, nodding to Barbie. “I know why you are not drawing as much power from Michael as Gianna.”
The girls held their breath for a few seconds, let it out slowly, and brought all their attention to bear on Jenaveve. Unfortunately, Gianna took her hand away from where it was doing a lot of good!
“It’s not you,” Jenaveve told Barbie. “The words are a Magic Covenant. You spoke them so that’s it! We can’t half-mean those words. Gianna made sure of it so it has to be Michael.”
The five girls turned to look at me.
“He didn’t accept you,” Jenaveve said. “Not really! The sex with you was like ‘mumbling’ the words would have been for us. He needs to be clear and sure.”
Barbie frowned.
“You need to nail her,” Jenaveve told me. “Take her some place, put her face on the floor with her ass in the air, and fuck the shit out of her. You’ll see–Barbie will love every second of it because you love every second of it. It’s part of our Covenant.”
I stared at Jenaveve’s back when she stood up and went to hang out with her cheerleader friends.
“She seems a lot smarter suddenly,” I said.
“It’s confidence,” Gianna told me. “Having Magic is giving her the confidence to be herself. She doesn’t care what the cheerleaders or popular kids think anymore because she has power outside of them. After banging you, she has more power than they will ever have unless those bitches go ass up in front of you too!”
I didn’t like the way Barbie looked at me. I really didn’t like the fire coming out of her collar!
“You’re flashing, Barbie,” Gianna told the blonde. Barbie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I took the opportunity to mouth the word ‘Gift’ to Gianna.
“I told them about it already,” Gianna said. “I made the Covenant; I want my best friends to enjoy its rewards too.”
“So you can cast Fire Spells without the Coven?” I asked Barbie.
“We don’t need each other to cast Spells, Michael,” Gianna told me. “We need the Coven to cast Spells faster and to cast more powerful Spells.”
“Oh…” Obviously, I needed a manual on Magic.
“The Gift is more of a path that the Magic forges in us.” Barbie bounced a tiny fireball on her palm; I looked around to make sure no one saw it. The way a few students walked out told me that they must have seen the show.
“I love it!” Tears were falling freely down Barbie’s cheeks. “The power flows into this form for me. It wants to burn! It’s fucking glorious!”
Barbie put her hands down by her hips and opened the fingers wide. Blue flame erupted around her hands!
“Barbie!” Gianna said in a harsh voice. Barbie nodded and the flames extinguished. Smiling at me, the blonde turned and walked out of the cafeteria.
Persephone jumped out of her seat, leaned completely over the table to kiss me. “I’m going to be your girlfriend. You’re not getting into my panties without a date though. Pick me up on Friday night.”
She didn’t wait for me to accept before she ran after Barbie.
“Girlfriend?” I asked Gianna.
“Everybody knows we’re a Coven,” Gianna told me. “If one of us is your girlfriend, there’s a good reason you would be hanging out with us.”
CJ must have seen the question on my face.
“Persephone is the only one who makes sense,” CJ told me. “She’s pretty much been a wallflower at school. You’re the flowers on the wallpaper, so it wouldn’t be believable that Jenaveve or me would suddenly date you. Gianna is pretty popular too. Nobody would ask questions about Persephone and you. We don’t want people asking questions, Michael. Assumptions are good; asking Barbie the wrong question is not good!”
My eyes shifted towards the direction Barbie left.
“We’re a Coven,” Gianna said. “Nobody is going to say shit about a little escape of Magic, especially if it’s obvious we don’t have control of it yet.”
“Persephone likes you,” CJ said with a big smile.
“What about that thing with faster and more powerful Spells?” I asked Gianna.
Gianna sighed.
“Some Spells require a certain amount of power to cast,” Gianna told me. “A Magic user can gather power, store it, gather more power, and then cast the spell when we have enough. If he or she has access to a lot of power though, there’s no gathering step, you can cast the Spell immediately.”
“Other spells can also be fed more power,” CJ said. “Like Fire Spells! You can make them burn hotter, longer, and cover a wider area.”
“But Barbie has a Fire Gift so she doesn’t need you girls,” I said.
“We don’t know that for sure.” Gianna tilted her head from side to side. “She still needs us for other stuff. You can’t do everything with fire.”
“If you have access to me, why would you need each other?” I asked. “You can cast whatever Spell on your own since I’m giving you the power.”
“Some Spells are VERY complicated so each of us handling a different piece helps a lot. I needed the girls for the Weight Loss Spell because I want it too much. A calmer voice had to control the Spell or I’d overcast it,” Gianna told me. “Five can still cast certain spells faster because each of us feeds the power into the Spell so we hit the requirement much quicker.”
“Some Spells are weird,” CJ said. “They’ll only take so much magic energy from one person. More people is the only way to make those spells more powerful. Some permanent Wards work that way too.”
“Okay,” I said, biting my lip.
“And don’t forget that solo Witches tend to go a little crazy. They don’t call them Hags for nothing,” Gianna told me. “We’re better off together.”
I read the stories so she didn’t have to tell me twice! I snapped my fingers. “Hey, wait! Why can I see Barbie’s fire but not the Illusion Spell from the pendant?”
Gianna scratched her bottom lip and stared at the ceiling. “If I had to guess, the fire is a Magic Construct. It has an actual physical presence, so we feel the heat. Do you feel the heat coming off Barbie?”
I shrugged.
“You didn’t feel her when she flashed?” CJ asked.
I shook my head.
“Hmm!” Gianna stared at me like she wanted to dissect me and put the parts under a microscope. “Illusion doesn’t have a physical presence so that could be it or it could be that it’s closer to being pure Magical Energy. I wonder if you can see Wards or Shields.”
Gianna stood up. She took the same pose Barbie had–hands down at her hips with her fingers open wide. She started speaking, but I couldn’t understand her words. Looking around the cafeteria, I noticed the other kids looked uncomfortable about something. The longer Gianna intoned her gibberish the more restless the kids got. A few of them stood up and looked around the room in confusion.
“He’s not feeling it, Gianna,” CJ said.
Gianna whispered one final word and sat down. She gave me the same ‘dissection’ stare. “Nothing! Really?”
“Uh…” I shrugged. “Was I supposed to?”
“You didn’t feel me drawing power from you either, did you?” Gianna asked, sounding very frustrated.
I shook my head.
“How could he be…and not…” Gianna looked at CJ.
“You’re the brains, Gianna.” CJ turned and smiled at me. “Mr. Shenk is out today so we have study hall after lunch.”
“Yes, we do.” I figured she was going somewhere with it, but I didn’t want to assume.
“Our lunch period isn’t even halfway through,” CJ continued. “It gives us plenty of time.”
“I want to watch,” Gianna told us.
CJ was a tiny thing, but she managed to drag me out of my seat and had me halfway out of the cafeteria in a few seconds. I might have been distracted by the thought of getting to do with CJ the same things I did with Jenaveve.
“I gotta tell you, CJ,” Gianna said as she walked stride by stride beside me. “Michael has a big cock, and you’re miniature-sized. I don’t know how you’re going to get all of that monster in your pussy.”
Gianna knew the exact wrong thing to say! I walked into the theater group’s prop room ready to paint the walls with cum. CJ spun around and put her hands on my chest. Gianna closed and locked the door behind us.
“I give my body to you. I give my heart to no other. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Your will is my will.” CJ leaned on me. She put a hand behind my neck and pulled me down to kiss her. Breaking the kiss, CJ spun around. As she walked to a large bench with some blankets on it, CJ fluffed her long black hair.
“She’s Filipino by the way,” Gianna said from behind me. Like it fucking mattered at that point if the girl were Martian!
CJ pulled her sweat top off. She bent over at the waist to pull the bottoms down. CJ wore a black thong! In her position, the thong covered her pussy slit and asshole but left the surrounding area exposed. CJ straightened her legs and bent from the waist.
I kicked my shoes off and pushed my pants down. My dick led the way! CJ put her head on the bench when I touched the small of her back. Hooking her thong with a thumb, I pulled it to the side and out of my way. CJ gasped and flinched at the touch of my dick on her opening. She pushed her ass up and back. The tip of my cock penetrated CJ!
Gianna might have had a point–CJ was fucking tight! The tiny girl groaned as my dick pried her pussy open. She was wet like Jenaveve had been. I pulled her panties further aside so I could grab her hip with my hand. I grabbed my dick, steadied it, and pushed more of it into CJ’s box. She moaned and moved backwards. The resistance was formidable, but together we managed to get half of my dick into her body. I let go of my cock and grabbed CJ’s other hip. She spread her legs a little wider and set herself to take whatever I wanted to give her. I pulled my hips back and grabbed on tighter to CJ. Driving forward with my hips, I pulled CJ back to me. CJ flipped her head back and screamed! I felt one last bit of resistance. I pulled back and rammed my cock into the tiny Asian girl. CJ screamed again!
I wanted so badly to hold on longer, but her wet vise was squeezing and releasing me over and over.
“Let it go, Michael!” Gianna whispered in my ear as she stroked my ass. “You got a whole period left and CJ made the Covenant. She’s yours!”
I released cum into CJ.
One class period isn’t a long time, but I tried my best to enjoy every second.
CJ was so small that I could wrap her legs around my waist, lift her completely off the ground, and fuck her standing. CJ bounced on my cock enthusiastically, screaming through a few more orgasms.
I remembered what Gianna had said about her fantasies. After giving CJ’s pussy another cum wash, I pushed Gianna to her knees and made her clean my dick with her mouth. Making Gianna take my cock down her throat was one of my new favorite things in the world! Gianna protested when I wanted more. She thought she was still too fat. I ignored Gianna and pushed her face down onto the bench. CJ helped me get the tall brunette’s pants off. I don’t know where Gianna got the idea that I would mind a little extra meat on a girl’s ass!
The first time that my dick plumbed her depths, Gianna screamed louder than CJ.
Friday night, I knocked on Persephone’s front door. Julia Ann’s speechlessness when I told her about the date offended me a little. Having seen the shock on my stepmother’s face, I recognized it on Persephone’s mother.
“Hello,” I said carefully. “I’m here to pick up Persephone.”
The woman looked me up and down. “You’re a boy!”
I scratched the back of my head and studied her. The woman had the same coloring as Persephone but was a little shorter.
“I’m not a medical expert but…yes, I’m of the male persuasion,” I told her.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she said quickly. “Come in! Come in!”
I stepped just inside the door.
“PERSEPHONE!”
I jumped a little at the woman’s scream.
“PERSEPHONE!”
A VERY large man came out of the living room; he took one look at me and dropped his book.
“You’re Perse’s date?” he asked me. He looked like the type to own a few shotguns. Damn! I hadn’t given a thought to the girls’ fathers. Barbie had it under control in her case, but the others…
“Come in! Come in!” The man picked up the book and gestured me towards the living room.
“Daddy, no!” Persephone said as she came down the stairs. I winced–she wore a white robe. From the length at the bottom and the exposed skin at her chest, it was pretty obvious she couldn’t have very much on underneath. I glanced at her father out of the corner of my eye. The dude didn’t seem any more agitated.
“Come up,” Persephone told me. “I haven’t finished dressing yet.”
I looked at Persephone’s father and made a quick calculation of preference. Would I rather be alone with him or would I rather have him stewing while I spent some time in his daughter’s bedroom?
“I can wait,” I told Persephone. She finished coming down the stairs, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up the steps.
“I don’t think your dad appreciates a boy in your room,” I said when Persephone shoved me into the pink abomination that she called a bedroom. She closed the door behind me.
“Is there anything in this room that isn’t pink or white?” I asked.
“My teddy bear’s eyes,” she replied. I turned to look at her; Persephone dropped the robe. She hadn’t been wearing anything underneath!
“If your dad comes in here, I’m dead,” I said but stared anyway.
Persephone didn’t have the amplitude in her curves of Gianna or the athletic build of Barbie and Jenaveve. She leaned more towards symmetry: legs the perfect length to showcase their shape, a little more than two handfuls in the breast department, and an ass that I couldn’t complain if I got my hands on it.
“I doubt it,” she told me. For all her wallflower ways, Persephone still had an instinctive grasp on the female seductive sashay. She put her hand inside my shirt and stroked down to my heart. Closing her eyes, she laid her hand flat on my skin.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I told her. Persephone leaned in and kissed me. Suddenly, her bedroom door seemed a very strong barrier and the living room moved miles away, where her daddy couldn’t hear what we were doing.
“My parents were a little shocked to see you because they think I’m a lesbian,” she whispered against my lips.
“Why?”
“Because I am, Michael,” she told me. “You’ve watched the TV shows; there’s always a little or a lot of girl-girl action in a Coven.”
“You’ve…”
“The other girls are straight,” she said, kissing me again.
“But if you’re a lesbian, this isn’t cool.”
“I wanted to feel the difference before and after.” She kissed me hard, invading my mouth with her tongue.
“Hmmm…absolutely nothing.” She turned me towards her bed and attacked my clothes.
“If you’re gay, I don’t want to…you know!” I had a hard time getting the words out because I was having a very hard time elsewhere.
“I’m naked; you’re naked,” Persephone said. “It’s too late for that.”
She grabbed my forearms. Persephone lay down on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. With a wriggle, she got my cock lined perfectly. She wrapped her legs and arms around me. Digging her nails into my asscheeks, she urged me to do what came naturally.
Lesbian or not, my body thrust into Persephone! She whimpered in pain as my dick passed through her barrier. I looked down at her stunned–Persephone was/had been a virgin!
“ALL damn it!” I couldn’t stop myself from pushing deeper into her. I was Persephone’s first! My hips made contact with her inner thighs; I pulled back and fucked down hard. Persephone whimpered again.
Persephone opened her tear-stained eyes. “I give my body to you. I give my heart to no other. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Your will is my will.”
My initial thrust had been into dryness. I realized it because suddenly Persephone arched and her pussy flooded my cock! She dropped and arched again, lifting me off the bed.
“YES!” she cried.
I pulled back, thickened, and cried out my own release!
“Mom, can you take care of the sheets in my room?”
I winced and thought about making a run for it. Sighing, I shook my head and turned around to face the music from Persephone’s mother and father. Persephone’s mother looked even more surprised than when she answered the door. I got the feeling Persephone’s dad might have gotten over the surprise at his ‘lesbian’ daughter bringing home a boy; the more natural fatherly reaction was making a powerful surge for attention.
“I will burn them,” Persephone’s mom replied. The woman stared at her daughter and me before speaking again. “Baby, if we pressured you…”
“I made this choice, Mother,” Persephone said, holding up a hand to stop her mom from speaking. “I am a lesbian. If I had any doubts, what happened upstairs removed them.”
“Darling, you can’t do this if you don’t feel it!” her mother insisted.
“It isn’t about sex, Mother,” Persephone said. “You were what you were before Dad.”
Her mom took a step back. The woman’s eyes widened almost painfully. “I was evil, Persephone. You could never…”
“You’re right!” Persephone grabbed her mom’s hands. “You raised me better.”
Persephone turned towards me. “Can I tell them everything, Michael?”
That’s what flabbergasted looks like! I had to try VERY hard not to giggle at the expression on her parent’s faces.
“After our date, of course,” Persephone told me.
I must have looked unsure.
“I trust them,” Persephone told me. “They will understand, Michael.”
“Let’s do it now,” I said. “If they understand, maybe they can do a better job of explaining it to me than you five girls have done so far.”
“Five?” her father asked seriously.
Too seriously! Point to remember–if he doesn’t already know, don’t tell a girl’s daddy about the other girls.
Chapter 3: Maniac, Brainiac, Winning The Game
As things go, being a Source of Magic is a boring gig. I did homework during the Coven’s meetings. The words to a Spell sounded like gibberish to me; it was also obvious the girls saw things that I could not.
They did most of the stuff naked though! The girls also liked to end their Spell Casting by taking the ‘position’–face and chest to the ground, knees wide apart, and ass in the air. I didn’t get the need to end that way, but I wasn’t going to complain since it was my favorite part.
I had held back with Barbie! I don’t know why but something about the blonde made me leery. The first time they had a meeting that included me, Barbie was the only one who took the position. I slow-stroked her through a dozen screaming orgasms. I guess if it was good enough for my dick then it was good enough for whatever connection I had with the Magic. The girls confirmed Barbie had ‘earned’ full access. Just to make sure, they had fuck me Barbie’s ass.
After a couple of weeks, I learned to tune out their chanting. I got a lot of reading done. Ever since the girls told me about the Young Gods having human children, I’d been fascinated by religion. The school required us to take a religion class every grade year, but they mostly covered our Creator, ALL. They certainly didn’t get into the more interesting of the Young Gods’ antics, like when Nazi Germany persecuted the Young Gods’ worshipers in the name of ALL. How the fuck does someone stay alive after they’ve been turned inside out? It was very demoralizing for Nazi soldiers to have to euthanize their friends. Because of the Nazis’ stupidity, every cross street in Germany is required to have the name of a Young God inscribed on the road. If they taught things like that at school, I would have in the running for valedictorian.
Things changed at school. The Coven became the new Power Group. Everyone got out of their way when the girls walked down the hall. The Coven seemed to expect the behavior and reveled in it a bit. Being the boyfriend of a Coven member, I got some unwanted attention. I’d never been social so it was a little annoying to constantly acknowledge other people’s acknowledgements of my existence. They didn’t want Persephone and the girls to interpret any rudeness towards me as rudeness to the Coven.
I sat in the cafeteria staring at a wall. For the first time, it occurred to me that I had no idea what the girls were doing with their Spells. Gianna was down to prime weight; Barbie dropped her disguise slowly so the other kids knew exactly how beautiful she really was; Jenaveve had risen to the supreme position among her social group; CJ had joined every female sports team in the school; Persephone…
After her parents told me their story, I had no clue about Persephone Neece. Her father, Jonathan Neece, was a Knight Templar in the Holy Service of Saint Acacius. Her mother, Mary, had been a Hag! Mr. Neece ‘convinced’ Mrs. Neece to give up her evil ways and serve beside him. He also convinced his Brotherhood to give his wife a White Grimoire. How does a Knight Templar court a Hag? It’s a like a rabid Roc doing a mating flight with a hungry Dragon. With that origin story, I didn’t want to go exploring in Persephone’s head.
Why the fuck would a Coven of high school girls cast Spells when as far as I could tell they had it all? They looked too intense for it to be just for fun or practice.
“Hey, you’re going to want to see this,” Jenaveve said, coming from the cheerleaders table.
“What’s up?” I got to up to follow her. She took off at a sprint.
“Shit!” I said, weaving around a group of cheerleaders who were also chasing Jenaveve.
The action was on the third floor. Gianna had a boy pinned against a locker. She punched him in the face. I saw teeth go flying! She punched him again! The next punch was to his gut. Gianna hit him so hard that I felt a part of the kid’s pain.
“She’s not going to stop,” Barbie said from beside me. “He must have really pissed her off.”
Everyone had noticed Gianna’s weight loss, especially after she joined the volleyball team. The best description I’d heard of Gianna was ‘a porn goddess version of Wonder Woman with bigger tits, hips, and ass’. At the moment, the Wonder Woman part that worried me was the Servant Level strength. The kid managed to duck one blow. Gianna’s fist went through the locker door! The young Witch ripped the locker door off its hinges and tore it in half to free her hand. She grabbed the kid by the shirt, lifted him up, and threw him against the opposite wall of lockers.
“Gianna!” I said as she walked up to his prone body. The tall brunette turned to look at me. “You’re going to kill him.”
Her hands clenched and released. Clenched and released! I ignored the shocked looks on the faces of our classmates.
“He tried to fuck me,” Gianna said.
“Yeah,” I replied. “You’re fucking hot! I can’t blame him. It’s not a reason to beat the stuffing out of a kid. He wasn’t trying to rape you, right?”
“You don’t understand. He’s using some form of Mental Control.”
“What?” Barbie stepped around me and confronted Gianna. “How do you know?”
“Look at them!” Gianna pointed to a couple of freshman cheerleaders. “They’re all over him.”
“Come on, Gianna,” I said. “He’s not unfortunate looking. I scored you, and I’m just like him.”
I grimaced at my words when the kids around us showed great interest in the fact that I admitted to having had sex with one Coven member and I was the boyfriend of another.
“You’re a little short, Michael,” Gianna told me. “But you’re built like a bull and hung like one too. This guy is nothing compared to you!”
I knew why Gianna had sex with me (the Magic), but her words were cool to hear anyway.
“He tried to use Magic on me,” Gianna told Barbie.
“Oh, shit!” I said when Jenaveve, CJ, and Persephone moved to stand beside Barbie. They looked down at the prone kid with murder in their eyes. Gianna reared back her leg and kicked the kid, lifting him into the air and slamming him against the lockers again.
“Hold on, Gianna,” Persephone said. The redhead stood above the kid and waved a finger in the air. It must have been impressive; everyone except the Coven members, the kid’s cheerleader friends, and me took a few steps back.
“Got it!” Persephone said. “Reversed Ward.”
The freshman cheerleaders jerked and dropped to their knees. They looked around wildly and screamed!
“Fuck,” Persephone said, staring at the girls. “I should have thought about their reaction to breaking the Bind.”
“What is going on here?” someone yelled behind me. I turned and saw the principal pushing his way towards us. The other kids knew when to get scarce.
I looked at the girls and the nearest door before sighing. I could have run but guilty by association was bad enough without adding guilt by flight. Leaning against a locker, I waited to see how the girls would explain it to the school administrators. Mr. Neece advised the girls not tell anyone about me, which they hadn’t intended on doing anyway. Having garnered official notice, the Witches were going to have to talk fast.
Or cast a Spell, maybe that’s what they were doing in their meetings–preparing for the worst.
Sitting in the corner of the principal’s office, I wished Gianna gave me the opportunity to finish lunch before beating the tar out of the kid. Things had gotten more exciting when Persephone called her parents. Mr. Neece authoritatively requested the principal not involve anyone else. The principal was a member of the same congregation as the Knight Templar so he ceded to the request. Unfortunately, Persephone’s parents took their sweet time getting to the school and an even sweeter amount of time trying to figure out what happened.
“The ring,” Mr. Neece said after a long study of the kid.
Gianna had plopped the kid into a chair; Persephone Warded him. Thankfully, she used salt as her Ward lines so I could pretend that I saw the same thing as the principal.
“It’s a Ring De Sade,” Mr. Neece told us. His wife took a hard and pained intake of breath.
I raised my hand.
“What’s a Ring De Sade?” I asked when the Templar nodded to me. Even I flinched at the nasty look he gave the principal! Mr. Neece did not appreciate the school’s lack of Magic Classes. They only taught one, but it wasn’t a requirement.
“You know about Artifacts?” he asked.
“Super-Duper Magical Items,” I said eagerly. If I have to go without an afternoon snack, other people should suffer too.
“You know that they’re made, but do you know they can be born?”
“If it has sharp edges, isn’t that an extra painful labor?” I asked. Gianna threw her head back and laughed.
“They’re born too,” I said quickly, remembering the very naughty things I was doing to Mr. Neece’s daughter.
“There was a set of Artifacts born from the Marquis De Sade’s pleasures,” Mr. Neece told us. “This is a Singular Copy of his ring.”
I raised my hand again.
“Artifacts and Magical items can be copied,” he said. “It’s easier than making an original Magical item. Like paper, a copy of a copy isn’t as good as a copy of the original. A Singular Copy is what we call a copy made with the Artifact in hand.”
“How did you know he was trying to control you?” Mr. Neece asked Gianna.
“Darling,” Mrs. Nice said gently. “It’s not a Covenant of equals.”
Mr. Neece frowned at his wife.
“I vowed to obey you,” she told him. “I have a White Grimoire handed down through your Brotherhood from the hand of Saint Acacius, but I couldn’t break my Wedding Vows.”
Mr. Neece looked from girl to girl, leaving Barbie for last. I figured he was trying to hide from the principal that the Coven’s vows were made to me.
Oh shit! Was I married? To five girls! To five crazy high school Witches! OH SHIT!
“If it’s a Singular, we need to find out where he got it,” Mrs. Neece told her husband. “We have to break the binding permanently too! As soon as he walks out of Perse’s Ward, he’ll own those cheerleaders again.”
I swear before our Creator, ALL, that the Templar made a broadsword appear out of mid-air and drove it down through the kid’s clavicle. The principal and I were the only ones who screamed our panties off! Although, I didn’t wet mine. Mrs. Neece chanted for a full five minutes while the principal and I bumped around the room trying to get as far away from Persephone’s murderously insane parents as we could. The two studs (the principal and I) screamed again when the kid opened his eyes. I admit to some moisture in my underwear and possibly some stains best described as ‘tannish’.
“Walk with me,” Mrs. Neece told the kid. Persephone’s parents and the kid walked out of the office.
I looked Persephone. “Your dad is scary, but your mom is fucking scarier. Necromancy? She’s a member of ALL’s Church. Sanctified in the Service of a Saint! She’s married to a real armor-wearing, sword-swinging, smite-bringing Knight Templar of Creation’s Church. NECROMANCY!!!”
“The spell is from her past life,” Persephone told me calmly.
“I’m going home,” I announced.
“Young man…” The principal shook himself and started over. “Young man!”
“Save it,” I told him. “They killed one of your students IN your office. Then they fucking raised him from the dead! I’m going home! That’s it…I’m going home.”
The official story was suicide.
While nothing else rose to the level of someone getting killed and brought back, the Coven’s ascendance did not occur without bumps and bruises along the way. Barbie was very good at driving other kids to stupidity!
Since I admitted to sexual congress with Gianna, the tall brunette put it out that my girlfriend (Persephone) didn’t mind if Gianna scratched her internal itches with my dick. It made some guys look anew at the Coven. Barbie dropping her disguise and exposing her hotness made the blonde a tempting get for the boys, but Barbie didn’t ever just say ‘no’. She didn’t like that some guys would step over the lines of decency by asking her out when she had made the Covenant with me. I tried to explain that they didn’t know about us. Just once though, because better those other boys getting clobbered than me.
At least, Barbie’s flashes of fire resolved the issue for the boys. A linebacker got handsy and singed. The guys decided Barbie was too hot to handle. Our female classmates didn’t have the same epiphany about the blonde witch. Barbie was the best looking girl in the Coven and the school. The dethroned girls didn’t like it! They also weren’t into physical confrontation. Barbie didn’t have their gift with verbal putdowns so the blonde flashed some more but couldn’t torch the girls without being the bad guy in the situation.
Covens tend to protect their reputation whether good or bad. Barbie didn’t want the other four girls to be looked at badly for her actions. Thankfully, the school beauties knew better than to take things too far. Gianna’s Gift amounted to physical superpowers. CJ’s Gift also took that route, except focused significantly more on speed. Neither girl had an issue scrapping or throwing the first punch so the beauties only pushed Barbie enough to get a reaction. I should have known better–abusers escalate! Gianna and CJ should have kicked the crap out of the girls rather than let them push Barbie too far.
Unlike the other four girls in the Coven, Barbie had suffered before coming to our school. She got tricked into making a Contract. Her Master was into pain: emotional, physical, sexual, psychological…he invented pain to dish on Barbie and his other pets. After about a year, Barbie’s parents discovered what was going on. Her mom offered to take her daughter’s place, and Barbie’s Master agreed to the deal. Barbie never talked with me about what happened to her, but Coven members don’t have secrets. The little bit that the other girls let slip made me glad Barbie didn’t want me in on the sharing of feelings. I knew Barbie carried a double burden: her suffering and the knowledge that her mistake also caused her mother to suffer.
A Magical Contract is unbreakable except by a greater force, like a Young God or possibly a Major Demon’s Soul Binding. Barbie’s parents had discussed what would happen if the trade were accepted. To get Barbie away, her dad moved to our town. They abandoned Barbie’s mom! It was a thought never far from the blonde Witch’s mind.
Of the five girls, Barbie was the worst choice for hazing. She tried so hard to control herself that she let it build too much.
After a couple more weeks, the girl became more confident with our relationship and stopped inviting me to the Coven meetings. Not getting it as often would have been much easier to take without things at home going through another escalation.
I spent another night at the hospital when the moron lost control again and popped Julia Ann in the face. In the days prior to the hospital visit, the bruises appeared in more publicly viewable body locations. The hospital staff didn’t buy the running into a door story, but there was nothing anyone could do as long as Julia Ann stuck to the lie.
The next morning I sat at the dining table eating a breakfast sandwich. I was dog-tired and for the first time in my life I needed someone to let me vent. A bully is one thing; a smart bully is a far more dangerous animal.
The boyfriend sat to my right and smiled at me. He reached down, grabbed my sandwich, and winked before finishing it. Wiping his mouth on a napkin, he studied me.
“Why didn’t you say anything at the hospital?” he asked me. This wasn’t like the last time. Confidence poured from every pore in his body.
“I’ll tell you why,” he said. “Because you’re a bitch just like your mommy!”
He slapped me! My counter was automatic! He must have been prepared for it; he’d been moving before I threw the punch. Our chairs fell back as we stood. I moved away from the dining table and faced him. Stretching my neck left and right, I bounced on my toes and shook my hands out.
“Shit! I pulled it,” I whispered. “Relax, Michael! No hesitation.”
Julia Ann’s boyfriend backed away. He knew my only hobby was martial arts. I’d taken classes in every dojo in town at some point or another. After I gave up on Julia Ann, the schools gave me a reason to stay away from home.
I shifted my body to place my left foot forward. Raising my hands, I gestured for him to come in.
“Dude, I was only horsing around!” He said in THAT voice, the one that abusers reach for when they need to sidestep or turn the blame on the victim. “We were playing.”
“I know, man,” I said over my fists. “But nobody said ‘Game Over’ yet!”
We heard the front door open. He relaxed and took another step back.
“You’re lucky Julia Ann is here to save you from an asskicking,” he told me.
His confidence was back.
He smiled triumphantly before speaking, “You’re not really her son. I’m going to take her upstairs, go around the world, and by the time I’m done she won’t question kicking you to the curb. I hope you have a place to sleep, asshole, because you’ll be gone from MY house by the end of the week!”
Chapter 4: It’s Getting, It’s Getting, It’s Getting Kinda Hectic
I pushed the food around on my lunch tray. I had dumped it in the middle and was trying to see what color I would end up with if I kept swirling the swamp.
From all appearances, I would be a victim of whatever need drove Julia Ann to abusive men. I spent a long couple of days trying to remember my father, trying to remember if he’d been like that. Never to me, but Julia Ann had kept a very put-together home while my father lived. Meals were always at the same time; the house was spotless; she maintained an almost obsessive workout regimen.
Jenaveve sat down across from me. “Hey!”
I sighed. “Jenaveve, I’ve gotten used to my peaceful lunches again.”
“What?”
“Look,” I said. “I lost my virginity, and I had a sexual buffet for a few weeks. I’m cool! You ladies got access to the ‘Powers Of The Universe’ so you’re done with me. It’s cool! I get it! No more watching you do naked chanting, etc. Whatever!”
I put my hands on the table and took a deep breath to calm down. My voice had climbed until I shouted the last word. Kids and teachers were looking at us.
“We’ve been ignoring you,” Jenaveve said finally.
“I got dumped,” I replied. “I’m probably the first guy in school history to get dumped by five girls at the same time. You were all in it for the Magic; you got it. Awesome! Good for you! I’m sorry for yelling, but we didn’t exactly become friends during these last few weeks so…Whatever!”
“You’re right,” Jenaveve said in a deathly calm voice. “We’re not friends. We’re never going to be friends, Michael. With friends, there is at least some measure of equality and choice.”
I clenched my hands into fists. “Jenaveve, I have enough problems at home. Why don’t we go our separate ways and take care of our shit alone? Excuse me–the Coven can take care of its members’ shit and I’ll take care of mine.”
“Michael, if you’re not getting enough naked cavorting time, it’s your choice,” she said. “If your balls aren’t getting drained enough for your obviously oversized libido, it’s also your choice!”
“Did you not understand the Covenant we made?” she asked me loudly. Unlike with my yelling, no one looked at Jenaveve.
“They can’t hear me,” she said when I looked around the cafeteria. “It’s your Gift to me–I’m very good at hiding. How do you think I got to be head bitch with the cheerleaders? I know all their little secrets! The boys too. Want to know which two football players rump-ride each other daily?”
Actually, I kind of wanted to know. Pushing my food tray out of the way, I leaned forward against the lunch table. I shook my head. “I have more important things to do, Jenaveve.”
“Yes, you do,” she told me. “Like understanding what we did to get access to ‘Powers Of The Universe’.”
I tapped my middle fingers on the table and stared at her.
“Michael, if you want to be in my pussy right now, I’d have no choice but to strip naked and lie down on this table,” she said. “I’d love it too! The second that the words came out of your mouth, my panties would be soaked!”
She put her hands on top of mine. “You’re not getting enough? Demand it. Don’t ask! Tell us to bend over! Maybe we could have gotten away with less than what Gianna told us to say, but NONE of us wanted to take the chance. You can’t understand what’s it like because you can’t use Magic. You make me a force of nature!”
She took a deep breath and stared hard at me. “I give my body to you. It belongs to you, Michael.”
Putting her hand on her chest, Jenaveve continued. “I give my heart to no other. You know what it means to give your heart to another; we are prohibited by the Covenant from falling in love with anyone but you.”
“You can’t make someone fall in love,” I said. “You can’t stop them either.”
“Michael, anything is possible if someone enters into a Magical Binding willingly,” she replied. “Why do you think Barbie’s torturer took the deal with her mom? Willing is much better than tricked.”
She smiled. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. You have seen it in action, Michael. If you need another demonstration, demand it.”
“Your will is my will. We stopped inviting you to our meetings, because you don’t need an invitation. If you want to be there, we want you there!”
I looked around the room; there were fewer kids than when we started our conversation.
“On this table?” I asked, looking at Jenaveve’s breasts.
“You want us to be more forward about sex with you,” Jenaveve said. “It’s easy, Michael–will it and it will be. Tell me to spread them and I won’t care if the principal videotapes it.”
I grabbed Jenaveve’s hand and dragged her to the prop room. I couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough so I bent her over, pulled her pants down, and sank my cock into wet, willing pussy! It was a rough ride for Jenaveve. I grabbed her hips hard and rammed my dick into her body over and over! She gasped with each thrust for the first minute and then she screamed with each thrust until I thickened in her body.
“YES!” she shouted as the first shot of cum exploded into her womb.
I didn’t bother stopping! I kept thrusting over and over; Jenaveve screamed and screamed. I didn’t care! My pleasure was her pleasure and fucking away my frustrations was my pleasure at the moment.
“You don’t have to worry,” Jenaveve told me. We’d thrown blankets down onto the floor and lay on them. I didn’t want to go to class after our fuck and neither did Jenaveve. Sometime during the aftermath, I told her about Julia Ann and her boyfriend’s promise to get me kicked out of the house. It wasn’t quite venting because I’d become resigned to the future.
“I’m going to be homeless in a few days,” I said. “How does someone do it? Change the locks! Ignore the kid if he sleeps in front of the door? I’m a minor! If they call the cops on me, they’re not going to look good.”
“They count on kids going away.” Jenaveve rolled over, put her hand on my chest, and rested her chin on it. “You’re not going to push it, are you? If your stepmom is that far gone, there’s nothing you can do about it.”
I shook my head.
“You can live with Barbie,” Jenaveve told me.
“What?”
“They have the space and her dad won’t mind,” she said. “He knows about you, so it makes the most sense. Persephone’s home would work too, but they’ll expect more family-like behavior from you. Gianna is getting bitchy about the girlfriend thing so it wouldn’t be a good idea to play house with Perse! Pretty soon, we’re going to have to say that Perse and Gianna are sharing you.”
I looked into Jenaveve’s eyes and raised an eyebrow.
“Gianna has a rockin’ body!” she said.
“You have a rockin’ body too.” I reached down and palmed Jenaveve’s ass. She shifted until my finger was against her asshole. I accepted the invitation and penetrated knuckle-deep.
“Gianna’s body is totally built for sex,” Jenaveve continued. “You see the way boys look at her, especially at volleyball games. Gianna was pretty fat so she loves the attention. She has a little submissive to her; she wants you to USE her body for sex. She’d love what you just did to me.”
Jenaveve stroked my cock to full hardness. Shifting on top of me, she sat down with my cock penetrating deep into her pussy. She moved her hips back and forth, massaging her insides with my dick. Leaning to the left, Jenaveve grabbed her cellphone. She rode me up and down slowly as she dialed and waited for the pickup on the other side.
“Hey,” Jenaveve said into the phone. “Michael has something to tell you.”
I took the offered cellphone. “Hello?”
“Michael, what’s up?” Gianna asked. I remembered what Jenaveve said about the Covenant and Gianna.
“Come to the prop room,” I ordered. “Don’t be wearing panties!”
Jenaveve spun around, put her hands on my thighs, and leaned towards my feet. I tossed her cellphone aside. Grabbing Jenaveve’s ass, I spread her cheeks and dug my thumb into her asshole. Jenaveve tossed her hair back!
“Cum,” I whispered.
Jenaveve was still screaming from the orgasm when Gianna arrived.
As much as women complain about guys trying to fix their problems, women have the same issue. They call it ‘taking care’ of people! While a Coven’s need to take care of someone comes from the same place as a mother or a very organized girlfriend, Witches use different methods to achieve their goal.
The girls’ desire to take care of me was exacerbated by my perception that they had been neglecting me. I was immune, deaf, blind, and dumb to Magic, which they knew but didn’t really understand. They felt Magic power as something they drew from me. To them, the Covenant was a presence with an almost physical weight behind it. The thought of that weight being gone made them extremely nervous! The gap in how we experienced each other came as a shock when they finally comprehended that I didn’t even feel the absence of Magic in my life. Whatever explanations or thoughts had been spoken, they felt connected to me and thought that I felt connected to them. They NEEDED me to feel their presence in my life as strongly as they felt the Covenant.
I had a problem; I thought they neglected me; I didn’t ‘feel’ them.
It was a fucking Witch’s brew waiting to overflow on someone. I almost felt bad for Julia Ann’s boyfriend.
Almost!
Julia Ann cooked a last meal for me. The asshole made it a point to let me sit at the head of the table. I didn’t look at Julia Ann. Having seen the lengths that the girls went through the last couple of days to make me feel the connection between us, I understood my stepmother–she wanted something so badly it felt like a necessity to her. If the boyfriend hadn’t been present, I would have taken her off the hook. Barbie’s father agreed to me moving in with them. I didn’t have to worry about myself and Julia Ann stopped playing a maternal role in my life since my dad died. In reality, Julia Ann was setting me free.
She kept her head down throughout the meal. I felt a little proud that she held out enough not to be the one to swing the axe. Her boyfriend was chattering away, building up to big heave-ho. A hard knock at the front door interrupted our meal.
“Get rid of them, bitch!” the boyfriend said. Julia Ann almost ran out of the dining room.
“That’s how I like them,” he told me. “In a rush to please me.”
I stared at him before shaking my head slowly.
“Didn’t I tell you?” he asked. “I did! You’re gone tonight. Are you going to cry like your momma did last night, little bitch?”
Before I could reply, the Coven walked in.
“Who the fuck are you?” The boyfriend tried to stand up. He squealed in pain when Gianna dug her fingers into his shoulders from behind and forced him back into the chair.
“We’re his hoes!” Gianna said happily.
“No, we’re not,” Barbie told the tall brunette. I watched Julia Ann sit down; she went back to staring at the table.
“I agree with Barbie.” Jenaveve opened the china cabinet and went through it. “Michael is an only child. His mother died. His father died. His stepmother is about to let a piece of shit kick him out of his home. I don’t think Michael is a sharer, even for the kind of money he’d get from guys who want to fuck us.”
“Okay…” Gianna said, looking Julia Ann’s boyfriend. “We’re Michael’s bitches!”
“Nope,” CJ said from behind me.
“What?” Gianna complained to the tiny Asian girl. “You were the one last night on your hands and knees with his cock up your butthole and moving your ass while he stayed still. If it moves like a bitch, it’s a bitch!”
“I’m not bitchy,” CJ replied. “Barbie is bitchy.”
“You almost killed that girl on the volleyball court with your spike last week,” Gianna countered.
“It was on the field of sports combat.” CJ raised her chin and looked away from Gianna.
“So what the fuck are we?” Gianna asked the girls.
“His women,” Persephone replied. “Short and simple! Doesn’t put us down but has all the connotations.”
“We’re his women,” Gianna said softly. “Nope, it doesn’t work!”
“No contractions,” Barbie advised. “Name him! Say it with power!”
Gianna turned to the boyfriend. “We are Michael’s women.”
Julia Ann’s hands moved, almost as if to clap. Her boyfriend’s eyes opened wide. The girls had been helping me to recognize the signs of Magic so I could fake it. Julia Ann and her boyfriend must have heard the power of the Covenant reinforcing Gianna’s words.
“I wouldn’t,” Jenaveve said, putting her mouth next to the boyfriend’s ear. He almost jumped out of his chair in surprise! Jenaveve sat down across from me and smiled at him. “For all her brains, Gianna is centered in the physical plane. Watching her take it from Michael, it’s a thing of fucking beauty. She doesn’t care what position as long as he pounds her! It’s the same everywhere else, except she likes to dish it out instead. You know–hit and then hit harder.”
Julia Ann’s boyfriend decided not to listen to her advise.
“Fat fucking bitch!” He yelled, standing up and slapping Gianna. She knocked him out! In the same situation, I pulled my punch, but Gianna threw hard and true. Julia Ann’s boyfriend was unconscious before he hit the ground.
“I AM NOT FAT!” Gianna yelled down at him. A single clap got away from Julia Ann. Gianna spun to look at the girls. “I am not fat?”
The ladies passed it off by looking at me. Gianna shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I eyed Gianna’s body up and down, lingering at her hips and tits.
“You were good looking before you lost the weight, baby,” I said. “You’re unbelievable now! To be clear, you are not fat.”
“Thank you!” She skipped over and kissed my cheek before sitting on my lap.
Jenaveve emptied a water bottle on Julia Ann’s boyfriend. She shook him until he returned to us. Jenaveve put him back in the chair. To the guy’s right, CJ leaned against the table.
“Take your time,” CJ told him when he blinked at her. It took him five minutes to recover his senses. He pretended for another two minutes before making his move. I shook my head and hugged Gianna’s waist tightly. I attended the same martial arts school as CJ a couple of years before so I knew the effectiveness of her strikes. She drove her hand, fingertips forward, into his gut. As his head came down, her knee went up. CJ’s hands caught his head on the rebound; she drove him back down for a second knee strike.
He was out again!
“Isn’t the ninja thing Japanese?” I asked CJ. She’d moved so fast my eyes could barely keep up with her. She shrugged before pushing Gianna off my lap so she could take the brunette’s place.
“See! You are a bitch!” Gianna exclaimed.
“Equal time,” CJ said, kissing my neck and wriggling her ass against my cock.
Julia Ann didn’t bother trying to stop her clap.
“Persephone,” I said when the redhead took CJ’s place at the table. Jenaveve already had their new playmate back in his chair.
“She’s okay,” Barbie told me. “I also want to see this!”
Julia Ann raised her head and openly watched the action. The boyfriend came to quickly and threw a punch at Persephone before he remembered what happened to him the last two times. His fist stopped a couple of inches from Persephone’s face. From everyone’s expressions and his screams, he must have hit something, except he stayed in the position for a few seconds. He finally collapsed when Persephone stepped away from him.
“How’d you manage that one?” Barbie asked the redhead.
“Overlapping Electrical and Stasis Shields,” Persephone replied.
“So the shock of electricity but the stasis kept him conscious and stopped him from having a heart attack,” Gianna said thoughtfully.
Persephone smiled widely and nodded.
“We should have gone with bitches because you’re a crazy bitch,” Gianna told Persephone.
CJ got out of my lap; Persephone straddled me. She ground her body against my groin.
“Are you sure…with the whole lesbian thing?” I asked Persephone, looking at the boyfriend’s unconscious body.
“I’d give up every woman on the planet for the feeling of you inside me,” Persephone replied. She leaned her head back and kept moving on my groin until she came. Loudly!
Julia Ann clapped for the electrical thing and the orgasm.
Jenaveve’s turn took the longest. From the way, Julia Ann and her boyfriend looked around the room I could tell Jenaveve was using her Hiding Gift. She popped up in front of him and he had the bad instinct of trying to defend himself by throwing another punch. She must have disappeared because his head scanned the room frantically. Julia Ann gasped and looked at where the chair to my left had been. I could see Jenaveve pick it up, but my stepmother did not.
“Oh shit!” I whispered as Jenaveve got up on the table and took a practice swing with the chair.
“Where is she?” the boyfriend screamed a second before Jenaveve smashed the chair on his face and chest.
“That can’t be good for him,” I told the girls. “He’s been knocked out four times in less than thirty minutes. There’s going to be brain damage.”
Jenaveve sat on my lap facing away from me. She shoved one of my hands into her jeans and the other under her top.
“I didn’t get an orgasm,” Gianna groused when Jenaveve’s back arched from my manipulation of her clit.
Finally, Julia Ann’s boyfriend learned and made no move when he came to with Barbie in position for his next beat down. Too bad for him that she was having no part of him crying ‘Uncle’! Barbie delivered the same slap he had to Gianna and me but with her hand on fire. Her backhand slap garnered Barbie a shitload of pig-fear squeals from him.
“CJ, Persephone, and Jenaveve are going to watch you pack your shit,” Barbie told him when he stopped mewling. “They’ll drive you wherever you want. Do you understand what’s going to happen if…”
He fell out of his chair trying to get away from her. The three escorts had to run to catch up to him.
Barbie orgasmed from making out with me. She stayed in my lap and rested her upper body on the table after her orgasm.
“Look at me,” Gianna told Julia Ann. My stepmother kept staring at the table. “Bitch, I said look at me!”
Gianna slapped Julia Ann when she raised her eyes. Tears rolled down my stepmother’s face before she turned to meet Gianna’s gaze again.
“I know you,” Gianna told Julia Ann. “I know what you feel. I feel it too! Not as strong as you do, but I feel it!”
Gianna grabbed Julia Ann’s chin. “I know what you want! I know that you need it! It’s been here all along; he’s been here all along!”
Gianna turned Julia Ann’s face towards me. “Look at your son, he can be what you need. He IS what you need! You’ve seen it now. All you have to do is submit like we did.”
Julia Ann sobbed; her hand slid along the table towards me. I had never been more surprised in my life!
I decided to go with the girls when they drove the now ex-boyfriend to his sister’s place. She didn’t look happy when she opened the door. The woman looked at me and frowned. Jenaveve whispered something in the woman’s ear. She shrugged and stepped out of the way.
“What did you tell her?” I asked Jenaveve when they pulled up to my house. Gianna and Barbie were waiting on the steps for us.
“We prepared a spell to make her more compliant,” Jenaveve replied as I stepped out of the car. She rolled down the window. “She hates him as much as you do.”
“Is she going to be okay?” I asked.
“He’s a bully,” Barbie said slamming the back car door. “His sister is strong enough to handle his shit so he knows better than to dump any in her house. Come here!”
I leaned down to look into the back of the car. Barbie grabbed my shirt and pulled me close enough to undo my belt. Another pair of hands helped her to drag my groin to the car window.
“You need one good draining before you go inside,” Barbie said as hands opened my pants.
I put my hands flat on the top of the car. Three mouths and tongues caressed my cock! I tried to imagine the pretzel positions they had to be in for three of them to be working on me. I spread my legs and pushed my hips forward to get my dick as far into the car as I could. One of the girls tongued my sack while the other two licked up and down my length.
A good draining must have meant taking their time to build up a proper explosion. None of them took my dick into their mouths–just licking! It was a long slow climb as I endured what felt like hours of wet tongues sliding along my dick. They must have felt something from me: one of them licked the bottom of my sack, one of them licked the bottom of the stalk, and the third swirled her tongue around and around the crown of my dick. I got up on my toes! I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming. They kept licking as my cock pulsed, shot, pulsed, shot, pulsed, and shot a final time. The tongues cleaned me off and a pair of hands slipped me back in my jeans.
“Bye!” I heard five voices say when I stepped away from the car.
So they did me a favor and I got the reward for letting them do it? Being a Source of Magic was working out pretty good for me.
I walked into my bedroom and froze. Julia Ann was sitting on a chair in the corner. My stepmother’s arms hugged her legs to her chest; she rested her chin on her knees. I had a side view so I could see her white bra and a white band at her hip. She turned her head to look at me. Straightening her legs out, Julia Ann rotated her body to face me. I drank her in! Her bra was lacy and sheer. The panties went from a solid white panel covering her pussy to see-through at her waist. Julia Ann stood up and rotated slowly. A thong back! She waited for me to nod before she sat back down.
Julia Ann looked at my bed, at me, and shook her head. Standing up, she approached my bed and knee-walked to the middle of it. Staring at me, she folded her legs underneath her body, sat on her hip, and held herself up by putting a hand on the bed.
“Your girlfriends told me about you,” she said. “What you are. What you give them.”
“They’re not my girlfriends.” I walked towards the bed until my legs bumped against the frame.
“Darling, they won’t know love without you. No matter what they traded to do the things they did downstairs, treat each of them like a girlfriend. Let them fall in love with you.”
I stared into Julia Ann’s blue eyes. My stepmother was as tall as Gianna. While she didn’t have the tall brunette’s curves, Julia Ann had very nicely sized breasts and womanly hips. I sighed, realizing my immediate attraction to Barbie had been based in wanting my stepmother.
“Did my dad hit you?” I asked her.
“I need you to know something, Michael. I’m not doing this because I want the Magic. Gianna was right–I need what they have with you!”
“Did my dad hit you, Julia Ann?”
“Michael, please!”
“My girlfriends would answer the question.”
“You father let me love him the way I needed to,” she told me.
“What does that mean?”
“If your dad were here, I would be lying across his knees and getting spanked red for what I did to you. A spanking every night for every night I thought of my needs instead of yours.”
Julia Ann got up on her knees and slid forward until she could take my hands.
“Your father gave order to my life,” Julia Ann whispered. “The men after him hit me; your father provided everything I wanted and needed in a way that made me feel loved.”
“You want me to spank you?”
“I want you to give my life meaning, Michael,” she replied.
I leaned away from her when she tried to grab my face with her hands. “This is pretty quick, Julia Ann! You were ready to kick me out of here a couple of hours ago.”
“And I will never be done begging for your forgiveness!” Tears formed in Julia Ann’s eyes. She reached up and touched my cheek. “Barbie won’t let me join the Coven.”
“What?”
“I’m older than the girls. She’s their leader; I’m your stepmother. They don’t need me muddying the waters.”
I nodded.
“It’s not about the Magic for me so I don’t need a group like they do. A little support should keep me from going Hag though. One of the counselors at the hospital gave me her card; she runs a group for abused women. If you keep me in line, talking to them will be enough.”
“If you don’t want to be like the girls, you don’t have to make a Covenant, Julia Ann,” I said.
She smiled, “But Michael, they told me what it makes them feel. I want that surety of your place in my life!”
Julia Ann took my hands and pulled me towards her. She pressed her body against mine and kissed me gently.
“You. Only you. My Son. My Man. My Everything.”
Suddenly, I was leaning over Julia Ann. Kissing her! She lay on the bed; my hand was on the bottom of her ribcage. She rolled to the right a little, opening her legs. She put her hands on my shoulder and pushed. I leaned back; she smiled at me through tears. Julia put her hand on the back of my neck and reached up for a kiss. She rolled towards me; I took my hand from her ribs and grabbed her bare hip. I wrapped my other arm around her head. Her mouth opened for my tongue. I applied pressure with my body so Julia Ann would return to her back. My hand moved from up her torso. I squeezed a breast and moved my hand down to grab her inner thigh. I palmed her pussy through her panties before grabbing her tit again.
We kissed!
I pulled Julia Ann up to a sitting position as I knelt in front of her. Her leg was in the wrong place so I grabbed her calf and brought it around. I was between Julia Ann’s legs! Her hands went under my t-shirt to caress my sides as we continued kissing.
Julia Ann pulled her hands out from under my shirt and grabbed the sides of my neck. I grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off. Julia Ann’s hand slid up and down my torso like she couldn’t get enough of touching me. I could not get enough of Julia Ann touching me! Shivers of pleasure sparked wherever my stepmother’s skin made contact with mine. It felt different from the girls and as soon as I realized it…I knew why.
I had called her Mom. I called her Mother. I called her Stepmother. And finally, after years of watching her and those men, I called her only Julia Ann. It didn’t have to be sex, but I needed Julia Ann to admit what she had done to me. I needed her to pay for it!
Kissing her neck, I pressed my lips against her ears. “You’re mine now, Julia Ann! You’re going to fucking pay for every single one of those assholes. You’re going to pay for not being there for me all those years!”
I pushed until she was on her back. Pulling her bra cups down, I kissed each tit and then sucked hard for a few seconds on her nipples. Grabbing the waistband of her panties at either side, I moved backwards and ripped them down her legs. She kicked her feet to get free of them. I threw the panties away from the bed. I slid off the bed, grabbed Julia Ann’s hips, and put my mouth on her pussy. We looked at each other as I sucked on her clit. She tasted different from the other girls. She put a palm on her pubic mound. Bringing her left leg up to open her pussy to my tongue, Julia Ann placed her other foot on my back. I moved forwards, forcing her hips up.
I wanted the taste of her pleasure! Licking her pussy lips open, I focused my attention on her clit. Julia Ann pumped her hips up and down! She wanted her first orgasm with me.
“Please!” she whispered. “Please…”
Raising my head, I dipped down and gave her pussy a quick lick from one end to the other.
“Please, Michael!”
I dipped down to give her another quick lick. Julia Ann grabbed herself and split her pussylips open to expose her clit. I dipped down and licked her pleasure spot hard.
“Yes!” she screamed. My stepmother was there! I spread her legs out and attacked her clit my tongue. I tasted liquid female heat! Julia Ann arched her hips up, wanting more. I kept on with my tongue’s assault.
“Please,” Julia Ann whispered when I grabbed her right leg to raise it up and press it down on her chest. “Please! I want to see!”
Grabbing her sides, I slid Julia Ann up the bed until she was resting against the headboard. I grabbed my stepmother underneath both knees and pushed her legs up by her ears. It gave her a perfect view of her own pussy. She stared at the spot as my hips went forward. My dick pointed exactly where it wanted to be. Julia Ann gasped when the head fucked into her! I pulled back and out.
“No!” she cried. “Please!”
I slid in more of my dick and pulled back out completely. Rocking my body, I fucked into Julia Ann and out. She looked up at me, begging with her blue eyes before going back to watching her pussy as I pushed in and out again.
With the next thrust, I tried to fuck through Julia Ann! She screamed! I didn’t give her time to recover, pistoning my hips as fast and as hard as I could so her pussy could not lock me in place as she orgasmed. Julia Ann opened her eyes and watched my dick hammer her pussy. She whimpered, loving the vision. I stared as her face showed her pleasure surging again with each thrust.
I stopped; she moaned.
Putting her legs on my shoulders, I turned and lay down so that we were face to face on our sides. Julia Ann grabbed her asscheeks; I pumped my cock into her pussy. We stared at each other; she kissed me. Breaking the kiss, Julia Ann pressed her forehead against mine and opened her mouth wide.
“I love you,” she whispered as another orgasm came over her.
I was going to cum! I slowed my thrusts, not wanting it to end. Nothing had ever felt so right as fucking Julia Ann’s slick, wet tunnel as it palpitated around my dick. Julia Ann grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I knew! I knew at that moment, she was thinking the same thing I was–her pussy had been made for me! Grabbing Julia Ann’s asscheeks, I lengthened my strokes.
“Only you!” Julia Ann whispered, providing the last push.
I pulled my hips back and bottomed out in her pussy. Pressing against her, I came into my stepmother’s pussy for the first time.
Her Covenant was sealed!
Chapter 5: Quality, I Possess, Some Say I’m Fresh
Sometimes, the wrong thing is the best thing you can do and the right thing is the worst thing you could do.
Very few people would have understood my relationship with Julia Ann. After my father’s death, I was lost. It’s easy to fool yourself into thinking that your life works when in reality you’ve only adjusted to the constant movement needed to keep your balance. I had been spiraling to the point that the Coven’s entrance into my life was actually a destabilizing force even though I thought they gave a new foundation. It wasn’t until I woke the next morning pressed against Julia Ann’s back that I found a new equilibrium.
We cleaned the house, throwing away every scrap that reminded us of her ex-boyfriends. My father’s pictures went back up on the walls. We switched bedrooms; she thought with the Coven I needed the master bedroom more than she did. I agreed, thinking that unless one of the girls stayed over Julia Ann would be in my bed anyway.
Julia Ann found a group to talk about my father’s death and the search for her own equilibrium, which had put her on the path of being abused.
We fucked morning, afternoon, and night.
Having Julia Ann changed things for me. Sex with her was very different than with the girls. It was more! I wanted the same with the Coven. I took Julia Ann’s advice and treated them like my girlfriends.
Jenaveve was the first because I lost my virginity with her. I stopped having sex with the Latin girl so we could go out on a couple of dates. Jenaveve was confused for a bit but got into my teenage attempt at seduction. After a week of slow burn, she arranged for a night together by having Barbie cover for her. I used everything that being with Julia Ann taught me on Jenaveve. It was different too.
I moved on to Barbie…it was a mistake.
Trying to be romantic with five girls who talked about EVERYTHING with each other was tough. Julia Ann told me that I couldn’t seduce the girls in the same way: different restaurants, schedules, and conversations. They had to feel like I was treating each of them special.
I sat in the gym bleachers staring at the ceiling windows. A couple of nights before had been the sex portion of me treating Barbie like a girlfriend instead of someone who had given me power over her. She cried! I didn’t really know what to think about it, so I was moving on to figuring out how to be original with Gianna.
“HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!” Barbie screamed. All the boys stopped and turned towards the girls’ side of the gym. The divider between sides of the gym was not up so we had a good view of the action. Three girls were tripping over themselves to get away from Barbie. I frowned recognizing the beauties that had been hazing the leader of the Coven.
“Oh shit!” I whispered when flames shot up from the girls’ bleachers. Barbie’s body was covered in blue flames. Her eyes sparked with red fire.
The blonde walked down the bleachers after the girls.
“You cunts!” Barbie yelled and raised her hands. The three girls split and ran for it, which saved their lives as Barbie’s fireballs exploded on the spot they’d been standing.
The gym teachers approached Barbie but changed their minds when the blonde’s eyes tracked to them. Barbie raised her hands and the doorways to the gym filled with flames. The three girls’ escape was cutoff! They turned towards Barbie and knelt down, screaming for her not to kill them. I had never seen so much terror on anyone’s face.
An epiphany hit me–a girlfriend was the last thing Barbie wanted to be. It would mean being a normal teenage girl. It would mean being happy while her mother still suffered.
Barbie’s flames burned white-hot! I stood up and jumped down the bleacher steps one by one. Walking about ten feet behind Barbie, I put my hands on my hips.
“That’s enough, Barbie!” I yelled over the three girls’ pleading.
Barbie turned towards me. “Don’t, Michael.”
“You’ve made your point,” I told her. “They’re probably going to beg mommy and daddy to transfer them away from you.”
“Do you know what they said about my mom?” Barbie looked at the girls and raised her hands towards them.
“Barbie, no!”
The blonde lowered her hands and took a deep breath. Raising her hands, she shot a stream of fire at me.
“She’s gonzo,” I whispered as the flames enveloped me.
“Michael!” CJ yelled when the fire extinguished as Barbie took a breath. The tiny Asian girl had the same gym period as Barbie and me. I frowned at her; she did not try to stop Barbie.
“Shit!” I said.
CJ was moving towards me fast! At the last second, her movement sputtered. I spun and put a back kick into her gut. CJ went flying backwards and rolled to Barbie’s feet. If the blonde had been about to gain control, watching one of her Coven get trounced sent her back into the stratosphere. Barbie put both her hands together and shot a bar of white light towards me. It struck my chest, but I felt nothing from it. I walked toward Barbie. Her face turned red and she appeared to bear down more and more on the beam.
“Hmm,” I said when the light disappeared. Barbie looked like she was still doing something, but it must have crossed into being more Magic Energy than a fire construct. I shrugged and kept walking forward.
I grabbed Barbie by her wrists. Pulling her against my body, I made her look into my eyes.
“Stop!” I told her. Bawling piteously, Barbie collapsed into my arms.
CJ groaned.
“You need to leave,” I told the three girls at the doorway. “If you even look at Barbie the wrong way again, you’re going to wish I’d let her roast you.”
“Why did you attack me?” I asked CJ. Barbie’s dad was driving us to their home. CJ sat in the front seat. Barbie and I were in the backseat. The blonde was asleep with her head in my lap.
“She lost it, Michael,” CJ told me. “But she needed to hit bottom.”
“Jumping me helped?”
“Barbie would have stopped,” CJ replied. “What if you weren’t there the next time?”
“You can’t stop her?” I asked. “There are four of you.”
“We’re sisters.” The set of her shoulders and neck told me the conversation was over.
CJ stayed with Barbie in the blonde’s room. Gianna, Persephone, and Jenaveve appeared a half hour later so I decided to head out.
“Michael, can you come in here?” Barbie’s dad asked from the living room.
I walked in and sat down. “How is the school going to handle this?”
“They’ll ignore it,” he told me. “Barbie proved she could be quite destructive even if you stopped her from doing any real harm.”
“The kids might think it’s a trick,” I said.
“Jenaveve and Gianna spread around a couple of rumors that you’re the real leader of the Coven.”
I whistled. “Your idea?”
Mixed Covens were not so uncommon, but they usually didn’t form among kids.
“I thought Barbie might lose control eventually,” he told me.
“And you didn’t do anything about it?”
“Barbie hates me for what happened to her mother,” he replied softly. “She blames herself, but she thinks I should not have let her mother do it.”
“Do you hate yourself? Do you blame yourself?” I asked.
“For what happened to Barbie and her mother.” He stared at the wall. “I try to figure out what I could have taught Barbie that would have prevented her from being tricked.”
I sat back in the chair.
“He’s a master of deception.” He wept for a few seconds before he gained control of himself.
“Who is he?” I asked.
“One of the most powerful Wizards in the country, maybe the most powerful behind Tolson,” he replied. “I’ve seen his Black Grimoire–it’s got hundreds and hundreds of pages. No one challenges him! Our government has a hands-off policy for that monster.”
“How the hell did Barbie get on that guy’s radar?” I asked.
“He saw her on the street. I heard that every few years he does it to an innocent–tricks them into Magical slavery. My wife figured it out first.”
“She didn’t tell you!” I leaned towards him.
He shook his head.
“But Barbie blames you for her mother taking the deal!”
“Any pain my daughter pushes on me instead of herself is fine with me,” he sighed and smiled weakly. “I would take all the blame and hatred in her heart on myself if I could.”
He went back to staring at the wall. “You can help her, Michael.”
“I doubt it! I’m pretty sure I caused her to lose it.”
He nodded. “I can tell you that you did.”
“Thanks,” I said sarcastically. “Who knew treating someone like a human being instead of like a piece of meat would bite me in the ass!”
“She can’t fight you,” he told me.
“A whole lot of people saw it today,” I said. “If we want to hide that I’m a WellSpring, we’re going to need more than a few rumors.”
“I wasn’t talking about Magic,” he replied. “She entered the Covenant willingly. You can help stabilize her.”
“I don’t understand?”
“CJ is right–Barbie has hit bottom. You can make her come to you when she’s dropping again. You can make my daughter accept help!”
I thought about it for a second. “My stepmother goes to a support group for abused women.”
He nodded. “Tell Barbie to go.”
I twiddled my thumbs.
“I thought you would go further, considering the power they gave you over them,” he told me. “You haven’t even made them Spell other women into your bed.”
“They can do that?”
He let out a bark of laughter.
I stared at the wall for a few seconds. “They’re trying to figure out to how break your wife’s Contract, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” he replied immediately.
“What are their chances?”
“They’ve given up on the Contract,” he told me. “They’re at the nuclear stage now.”
“Nuclear?” I asked.
“Killing him.”
“I guess they don’t have much of a chance with that either, huh?”
“A young Coven against one of the ten most powerful wizards in the world,” he said with a shrug. “What do you think?”
“That having a WellSpring behind them won’t make a difference,” I said.
“His mansion is built on a Waypoint.”
I nodded.
Persephone came down a half-hour later to drive me home.
I could see Julia Ann in the kitchen when I walked through the front door. Persephone followed me inside.
Closing the door, I leaned against it. My house seemed like a haven. I knew Barbie’s father was right, but I dreaded being responsible for the blonde’s sanity. At least I had one blonde well in hand!
“Julia Ann,” I said loudly. “Is this how you greet me or my guest?”
I watched my stepmother shudder in pleasure before she rushed to us. She grabbed my face with her fingers and kissed me. Her tongue welcomed me home.
“Hello, dear,” Julia Ann said, leaning in to kiss Persephone on the cheek. The redhead turned to catch the kiss on her lips. The two women lingered on the contact.
I narrowed my eyes at Persephone. “First kiss with a woman?”
She touched her lips before nodding.
“Really?” I asked. Persephone nodded again, staring at Julia Ann hungrily. My stepmother returned the stare. Julia Ann was wearing black yoga pants and sports bra. She’d taken her workout regimen back up religiously. I liked it, working out made Julia Ann horny.
“You know I can’t let you get away with such rudeness,” I told Julia Ann. “You heard the door?”
My stepmother fell right in with me by nodding. She pushed her chest towards me. Suddenly, I didn’t feel like playing. Grabbing Julia Ann’s hair, I led her to the couch and bent her over the arm. Persephone followed behind us; she leaned against the back of the couch and watched. I pushed my hands under the waist of Julia Ann’s pants and peeled them down her ass slowly. My attention was on Persephone’s face; the redhead’s eyes were glazed.
The girls had been naked in the same room and even watched as I fucked them, but this was different for Persephone. She had kissed Julia Ann! I decided Persephone would be next instead of Gianna. Persephone was already playing the role of girlfriend so we’d been on plenty of dates. I could do something for Persephone that she seemed afraid to do for herself.
I spread Julia Ann’s asscheeks; she wore a thong.
“My pants,” I told Persephone. She undid my belt and helped me out of my clothing. I clutched Julia Ann’s asscheeks, let go, and grabbed them hard again. Persephone gritted her teeth as Julia Ann’s smell wafted around us.
“Take her panties down,” I said. Persephone’s hands trembled as she grabbed Julia Ann’s thong. I let go long enough for the panties to make the trip down. Persephone must have been unhappy with the asymmetry of my stepmother only being naked from the waist down, so she pulled Julia Ann’s sports bra off too.
I didn’t want to let go of Julia Ann’s ass; I nodded to Persephone and looked at my cock. She grabbed it, pushing it down until it tasted Julia Ann’s heat. I fucked through Persephone’s hand into my stepmom. Persephone gasped when I pulled completely out, wetting the redhead’s hand with my stepmother’s pussy juice. I fucked back in and out. Persephone let me go so she could lean down. She stared at the joining of two bodies as I fucked my stepmother. I put my hands on Julia Ann’s asscheeks and pushed outward. It gave Persephone a better view of the action.
Julia Ann wriggled underneath me. She threw her head back and squeezed her asscheeks. She was close! I grabbed her hair, held her head up, and thrust faster. Julia Ann’s pussy bore down on me. I pulled completely out of her.
“No!” Julia Ann screamed, looking over her shoulder at me. “Please, Michael!”
My cock glistened with Julia Ann’s secretions; Persephone stared at it. I waited until the redhead leaned forward before I grabbed her hair. Persephone looked up at me.
“Your first taste of pussy,” I said. “From me!”
She nodded.
I pulled her mouth over my cock. Persephone tried to suck it all into her; I helped as much as I could by pulling on her hair and driving my hips towards her face. She released my dick and looked up at me.
“Thank you,” she whispered before licking my cock. I let her take in all of Julia Ann’s flavor before pulling Persephone off my cock. My stepmother came as soon as I fucked back into her. I gave Persephone another go at my dick so she could taste female pleasure.
“Come upstairs in thirty minutes,” I whispered into Julia Ann’s ear after I came inside her.
In my room, Persephone wanted nothing more than to cum. I had never taken my time with her, until Julia Ann I hadn’t really thought about it. I stripped Persephone slowly, tasting every inch as I exposed it.
“Please!” she begged over and over.
I lay her on the bed. Raising her legs, I bent down to lick her pussy. Persephone tried to force the action by humping her hips. I pulled back; she settled back down so I took another taste. I licked slowly, focusing away from Persephone’s clit or anything that would set her off.
“Please!” she whispered.
I kept on her, driving her higher and higher but not letting her go over the edge. She screamed in frustration when I stopped and held in place so she would come down. Getting on the bed, I held Persephone legs up. She watched my cock approach. I fucked into her. I kept pushing forward until I was pressing against her clit. I pulled back immediately when she tried to rub against me.
“Make him!” Persephone said looking over my shoulder.
Julia Ann got on the bed behind me. I felt her tits on my back. She wrapped an arm around me. Pressing against my back, Julia Ann humped her hips against my ass. I let her set the tempo for Persephone’s screwing. It wasn’t fast, nor was it slow. We kept at it for a couple of minutes, stopping whenever Persephone got too close to orgasm.
“No! No! No!” Persephone cried when Julia Ann went around me. “Please, let me cum, Michael! I’ll do anything!”
“You’ll do anything anyway,” I told her. Julia Ann put her hand on Persephone stomach. The redhead stared at my stepmother. Julia Ann leaned down to kiss Persephone’s skin.
“Oh ALL! Oh ALL!” Persephone watched Julia Ann kiss a line up to her nipple.
I pulled out of Persephone to take away the stimulus at her pussy. Julia Ann grabbed Persephone’s right breast, pushed the nipple up, and licked it. Persephone sobbed! Julia Ann sucked on the redhead’s nipple for a second before going up for a kiss. Persephone wrapped her arms around Julia Ann’s neck and held her in place so the kiss would not end. Persephone moved her hips restlessly trying to get me to fill her pussy and make her come at last.
Julia Ann rolled onto her back; Persephone followed. My stepmother pushed the redhead up, breaking the kiss. I grabbed Persephone’s hair and turned her around so she could watch me fuck into my stepmother. Persephone straddled my stepmother. Julia Ann held the girl’s ass up so Persephone could not rub against her skin.
I fucked Julia Ann hard and fast. Persephone moaned, wanting to be the one with my cock in her pussy. I fucked harder and faster!
“Fuck yes!’ I hissed, pulling out of Julia Ann. My cock throbbed! Cum shot from me onto Julia Ann. My cock throbbed again! Persephone grabbed me, squeezed, and stroked my dick hard to draw out all of my semen.
I grabbed Persephone by her hair. Pulling her up, I kissed her before pushing her face down to Julia Ann’s skin. Persephone’s tongue lapped at my cum.
“Every drop,” I instructed as I watched. Persephone worked on Julia Ann’s skin for two minutes before looking up at me. I inspected my stepmother’s stomach before getting off the bed and sitting in the chair at the corner.
“Very good,” I told Persephone.
The redhead gasped and arched her back painfully. She screamed as Julia Ann’s tongue invaded her pussy.
“Don’t forget to return the favor, Persephone,” I said. “If you don’t…well, Julia Ann has made me rather fond of spanking a woman.””
They weren’t paying attention to me anymore. I nodded and stared out the window.
I used to think Julia Ann’s boyfriend was a huge problem. Barbie could not stop! From CJ’s reaction to the blonde’s attack on me, the other girls were with Barbie all the way. Like Julia Ann with her boyfriends, the Coven didn’t care about collateral damage. I could make them stop, but they’d find a loophole or the commands would drive Barbie crazy for real. Her dad was wrong–I couldn’t help Barbie. I might not even be able to hold her together. She’d hit bottom, but she could rise up and gather enough momentum to crash through to a new low.
All this time, I was just another symptom of Barbie’s broken psyche.
Chapter 6: Your Voice Will Sink, So Please, Stay Off My Back
I stared at the three beauties that pushed Barbie over the edge. They were avoiding looking at the Coven’s lunch table.
“Can you Spell a girl into having sex with me?” I asked. “Wouldn’t touching me break the Spell?”
“I don’t know if a touch would be enough,” Gianna replied. “Half of the time, it’s like you completely ignore Magic and it ignores you. If I were going to do it, I’d make her horny for dick and make sure you were the only dick around.”
Jenaveve got up, walked around to my side of the table, and sat sideways on my lap. She kissed a line from my neck to my lips. Wriggling on my hardening dick, she deepened the kiss.
The rumor about us actually being a Mixed Coven made me more popular. Most people thought of Mixed Covens as orgy-fests. The guys wanted in and the ladies wanted to know if I could really carry the weight of satisfying five women.
Jenaveve moved down my legs to give herself the space to open my jeans and pull out my cock. She was in her cheerleading uniform; she pulled the cheer shorts down with her panties. Rising up, Jenaveve placed my cock at her pussy entrance and sat down. I pumped up off the seat to take the depth I could.
I wrapped one arm around the small of Jenaveve’s back and brought the other around to grab her hip. Jenaveve moved her hips forwards and backwards, stimulating the walls of her pussy with my dick. I dug my fingers into her hip, urging her to keep moving.
She danced from the waist down, shaking her booty like a madwoman: backwards, forwards, side to side, and in circles. Jenaveve bit my shoulder! She had gotten close to an orgasm quickly. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed me hard. Her pussy squeezed and released me. She opened her legs a little more and pushed down trying to get me deeper. I pumped up into her. She screamed into my mouth as pleasure washed over her.
I wanted more! Leaning forward, I rested Jenaveve against the lunch table. I rose up, giving myself enough room to put power into my thrusts. Someone lowered my pants; Jenaveve raised her hips. I fucked her, pulled back, and fucked her with one powerful thrust. I grabbed the table and Jenaveve’s thigh for balance. She smiled up at me and wriggled her ass with each of my thrusts. I slapped her ass to tell her to keep still; Jenaveve smiled and grabbed my shirt to steady her body. It gave me that little bit more leverage that I needed. She screamed again when I increased the speed of my thrusts. Her pussy bore down on my cock. Too much! I pushed in as deep as I could and let my body release.
The girls kept Jenaveve in position as I slid back into my chair. Persephone’s head descended to clean me off. When the redhead zipped me up, Jenaveve sat in my lap and put her lips next to my ear.
“Take me home,” she urged. “Please! I want more. I need more.”
Her hips were moving again!
We started in the shower and by the time Jenaveve left I’d cum in every one of her orifices twice.
“Damn,” I whispered, staring at my bedroom ceiling. “I need another shower.”
“I’ll clean you up,” Julia Ann said. She stood at the foot of my bed and stripped. Crawling between my legs, she kissed my dick until I hardened in her hand.
“What did you do to that girl?” my stepmother asked. She sucked on the head of my dick while she waited for the answer.
“I don’t know!”
She used her teeth on the head and tongued my pisshole. “What was the last thing you remember?”
“Couldn’t she just really want to fuck me?” I asked.
Julia Ann took a couple of minutes to lick my ball sack clean of Jenaveve’s juices. “She could but that looked like a girl on a mission to me. A young woman with something to prove!”
“We were in the cafeteria and I asked them about Spelling other girls into having sex with me,” I said.
Julia Ann squeezed hard on my dick.
“Barbie’s father suggested it.”
She squeezed harder.
“Okay! He didn’t suggest it! He mentioned it and wondered why I hadn’t done it yet.”
Julia Ann kissed up and down my shaft before sucking the head of my dick as her hands stroked me.
“Jenaveve wanted to show you that no women is going to fuck you like one who makes a Covenant with you,” Julia Ann whispered against my dick. “We belong to you and those other bitches are just that…bitches!”
I guess Julia Ann wanted to prove the same point. She sucked my cock like my cum was her ambrosia.
“You know,” I said, staring at the ceiling after my orgasm. Julia Ann was still sucking my dick. “I was only thinking that those girls verbally abused Barbie for weeks. Soiling their panties is getting off pretty easy considering what they were saying and doing. I wanted them to pay for it.”
Julia Ann pulled her mouth off my dick. “Next time, lead with that, baby.”
“Next time?”
She crawled up my legs. “It’s a great idea! You should be rewarded for having it. Let me show you how you should expect Barbie and the other girls to reward you when you ask them to make those three bitches crawl for you.”
Magic never entered the picture. As it turns out when someone knows, beyond the shadow of doubt, that you have power, they will bend over backwards to avoid the power being used on them. Or in the three beauties’ case, bend over forwards.
Persephone took charge after I expressed my opinion about the three girls not having evened the scales. Red hair, flashing green eyes, and black leather…yeah, I was hurting! Gianna took part in playing with the three girls too. Jenaveve and CJ played the role of disinterested maids-in-waiting while the Ice Queen Barbie accepted the tribute of tears and cries, both for pain and pleasure.
My part was kept simple–devirginizing three very tight assholes. I wanted to do more, but the Coven felt the beauties needed to earn the privilege of having my dick in their mouths and pussies. Privilege! The funny thing is that Persephone and Gianna worked the three beauties over so well that they came hard when I fucked them, so one of them made gestures towards earning that ‘privilege’ before they were allowed to leave.
I wanted Persephone in the leather and Barbie to show me her gratitude so I took them home.
I was very glad I did!
Julia Ann was somewhat addicted to remodels and renovations. The kitchen usually got gutted every few years. With the last project, Julia Ann chose a black and white kitchen.
I walked into the house and knew something was wrong. Barbie and Persephone bumped into my back.
“What’s wrong?” Barbie asked.
I stared at the black, white, and RED kitchen. Julia Ann spun towards the front door. A brunette I didn’t recognize was holding on to Julia Ann’s arms. My stepmother broke the hold and ran to me.
“I’m sorry!” she whispered. “I’m so sorry!”
She knelt at my feet and hugged my legs.
“That’s blood,” I said.
“Don’t!” Barbie yelled at the brunette. “Stay in the kitchen.”
Persephone touched Julia Ann’s shoulder. “Come on, Julia. We need to get in the kitchen.”
I did not want to go in the kitchen! Not at fucking all! Barbie pushed me from behind. Oh Sweet ALL! I turned to the side, leaned over, and puked. It was blood. And a leg. And another leg. And a head in the sink. And part of a torso on the kitchen table. Oh Sweet ALL!
“This is not good,” Barbie and Persephone said over and over. “This is not good!”
In shock, I looked at the two girls. They stood in the middle of the kitchen like body pieces weren’t littered around the room.
“I’ve seen worse,” Barbie told me. Persephone shrugged.
“What happened here, Angela?” Persephone asked the brunette.
“You know her?” Before she could answer me, I turned and let a little more puke out.
Persephone nodded when I looked back to her. “This is Angela Taylor. She owns the Magic Shop in town.”
“Julia Ann’s boyfriend came back,” Angela told us. “He threatened her! She was okay, but then he said Magic wouldn’t stop a bullet if Michael didn’t see the gun pointed at him. Something about he’d kill Michael’s whores too.”
“And Julia Ann tore him limb from limb,” Persephone said with a sigh. “I honestly thought Barbie or me would be the first ones to kill someone.”
“First?” I gasped.
“You can’t play with as much Magic as you’ve given us and not break a few eggs,” Persephone told me calmly. Angela nodded slowly. She appeared pretty calm about the body parts thing too.
“Let me guess–you’ve seen worse?” I asked Angela.
“I own a Magic Shop,” she replied. “Some people are very forthright about what they want. Revenge is a common motif.”
“We have to clean this up,” Barbie said suddenly.
Persephone snorted. “Not a chance! She got the blood everywhere.”
“Magic?” Barbie raised an eyebrow and looked around the room.
“The only way,” Persephone answered. “But I don’t know of a Ward that would help us.”
“I could burn the house to the ground,” Barbie said thoughtfully.
“How did you do it?” I asked Julia Ann.
“It’s her Gift,” Persephone said when my stepmother did not reply. “We figured it would be physical. Gianna is pretty strong, but she’s also tough, fast, and agile. CJ’s Gift focuses more on speed and agility. Julia Ann got strength and toughness, probably because she was abused.”
“Gift?” Angela asked. “That’s why Julia Ann’s been coming around the shop.”
Julia Ann glanced at Angela then returned to staring at me. Angela looked from Persephone to Barbie to Julia Ann, studying each for a few seconds in turn. She finally gawked at me with her mouth wide open.
“Shit!” Barbie said. “Julia Ann, you asked her for help, didn’t you?”
“You’re a WellSpring!” Angela said to me. “But that’s impossible.”
“You could have asked us,” Barbie admonished my stepmother. “We would have answered any questions.”
Julia Ann kept ignoring them.
“It’s true,” Angela said, looking from female to female again.
“Is it that easy to figure out?” I asked.
“Julia Ann asked for my help finding books about the Japanese and Chinese WellSpring Lines,” Angela replied respectfully.
“We can talk about it later,” Persephone said. “Right now, we need to focus on cleaning this up unless you want your stepmom to go to jail, Michael.”
“I think we have to burn the house down,” Barbie said. She brought her hands down to her hips and flexed her fingers. Fire erupted around her hands. “I can make sure they don’t recover anything.”
Angela looked very interested in the fiery display. “You have a Fire Gift?”
Barbie nodded.
“You talked about Wards,” Angela said to Persephone. “A Ward Gift?”
“Wards and Shields,” Persephone replied.
“There’s a difference?” I asked. If I focused on the females instead of the body parts and blood, I could hold it together. It was a little embarrassing that I was the only one who puked.
“I Shield myself and can carry it around,” Persephone told me. “I Ward a space. It also works differently. I Shield against everything and make exceptions to let things through, like air. I Ward against specific things.”
“Like fire,” Angela said, nodding to Barbie and Persephone.
“That won’t work,” Barbie told her. “If she Wards against fire, I won’t be able to burn the body either.”
Angela shook her head. “Ward the house against fire, but do a Ward of Exception for the interior of the house using his blood.”
“Oh!” Persephone said. “I’ll protect everything from fire, but his remains will burn.”
They smiled at each other happily. I raised my hand. “I’m in the house. Won’t that break the Magic?”
“I can’t target you with a Ward,” Persephone replied. “But I’m not doing that! I’m Warding the space the house is in. As long as you don’t cross a Ward line, it will hold. Like Gianna keeps saying, the Magic will ignore you.”
I frowned.
“I did it in the cafeteria,” Persephone said. “I put up a Shield so no one would see or hear you fucking Jenaveve.”
“Oh!” I said. “I didn’t think about that.”
“You generally don’t,” Barbie said with a laugh.
“Take off your clothes,” Angela told me. “Anything touching you will be protected from the fire and Julia Ann grabbed you. She needs to take her clothes off too.”
“I don’t think I got any on us,” Barbie said looking at Persephone.
“Better to be sure,” Persephone replied as she dropped her pants. I didn’t see how blood could have gotten on their underwear but they stripped to their birthday suits.
“You can look,” Angela told me. I had been trying very hard not to stare at the one unfamiliar naked body in the room. With the red backdrop, I didn’t have enough stomach to study her with the attention she deserved.
“Don’t touch Michael,” Angela told the other females.
Persephone spun in a slow circle drawing in the air. She spun in the opposite direction drawing a smaller ‘something’.
“Beautiful,” Angela whispered with tears in her eyes.
“Burn!” Barbie said when Persephone nodded at her. It must have been pure Magical Fire because I couldn’t see it. Persephone was looking around the room curiously. Julia Ann kept staring at me. Barbie looked VERY happy. For her part, Angela looked to be in the throes of religious ecstasy. My eyes got wider and wider as the blood and body parts disappeared. I shuddered before looking away.
Barbie sighed a few minutes later; the fire around her hands extinguished. We looked around the room.
“Hey, somebody else did puke!” I said, spotting a pile of orange in the middle of the floor. Angela looked embarrassed before shrugging.
“Did we really just…” I shook my head hard. “Someone is going to miss him. Like his sister?”
“An Abjuration Spell,” Angela said to Barbie and Persephone. “I’m going to guess you’re part of a Coven. You could lay down a very powerful one if you’re drawing Magic from a WellSpring.”
“That’s like killing a mouse with a shotgun,” Barbie told Angela.
“I could cut it down some,” the brunette replied.
Barbie and Persephone shook their heads. “You’re not one of us; we’ll figure it out.”
“If that’s the only issue, I can take care of it,” Angela told them.
Angela sauntered slowly to me. The brunette was tall and slim. Her boobs were overflowing handfuls. She had athletic hips, but she knew how to sway them. Kneeling in front of me, Angela put her forehead on the ground.
“Master!” she whispered.
I stared down at her.
“Really!” I exclaimed. “My stepmother just killed a man. My girlfriends’ covered it up. And you’re doing this shit?”
Angela raised her head far enough to look at me. I stared at her boobs for a second.
“I’ve always been afraid of Magic!” she said. “I’ve wanted it more than anything, but I’ve never been brave enough. A WellSpring though! I know what a man wants from me.”
I couldn’t exactly deny it when my cock was expressing the opinion that life would be a good thing to celebrate at the moment.
“I’m the leader of the Coven,” Julia Ann said to Angela.
Angela nodded solemnly. Julia Ann knelt next to her. Grabbing Angela’s hair, my stepmother made the brunette turn around and put her head back on the ground. Angela’s ass pointed at me. She was a little on thin side but still had a nice behind. Julia Ann fondled Angela’s asscheeks for a few seconds before dipping a finger into the brunette’s pussy. Julia Ann pulled the finger out and spread Angela’s pussy to show me the pink interior.
I stared as Julia Ann spread Angela’s pussy lips wider apart. “Fuck!”
I was naked and females Witches are more stable in a Coven. My stepmother needed me to do what needed to be done. I knelt behind Angela and grabbed her hips.
Barbie’s father opened the door after my second knock.
“Hello, Michael,” he said. “Is Barbie okay? I thought she was spending the night with you.”
“Change of plans,” I told him. “She’s hanging with Persephone tonight. I was keeping someone company unexpectedly.”
He raised an eyebrow and stepped aside for me to enter. “How can I help you?”
I walked into the living room before speaking again. “I need to ask you some questions about Barbie’s captor. I also want to borrow the little cup that stores Magic.”
Chapter 7: Or I Will Attack And You Don’t Want That
We grabbed a cab from the airport. I climbed into the backseat with CJ, Persephone, and Gianna. CJ had to sit in my lap for all of us to fit. Angela and Julia Ann sat with the driver in the front seat. I gave the driver the slip of paper with the address on it. The online map application routed the trip past my destination, which would let us eyeball it.
“So where are we going?” Angela asked. The girls probably knew from the city we’d landed in. I stared at the back of the driver’s head. Angela got my hint and turned to watch the road.
Angela made for an exciting addition to my life. She packed a lot into her single word Covenant. Julia Ann was also making things interesting by enforcing Angela’s role as a subordinate in the Coven. Angela was more Spell savvy than the girls, like the Spell to keep an asshole vise-tight no matter how often my cock wedged it open. Angela spent a lot of time in my house; Julia Ann made sure Angela spent most of that time pleasing me.
Persephone added to the fun by falling into a massive lust-crush with Angela. Of course, Angela played up to her role by insisting that Persephone earn each and every sex session with Angela. Not that the redhead cared! I never saw any hesitation or reluctance on Persephone’s part when her lips were wrapped around my cock. Being a lesbian didn’t make a difference to Persephone, she forgot about the before and after during our lovemaking. Clearly, the Covenant was a more central part of Persephone’s personality than her sexual identity. It went so far as Persephone’s favorite girl-girl action included me. She loved my cock in her ass while she was the top portion of a sixty-nine with Angela. Persephone had a different preference with Julia Ann–she liked me on my back with her asshole impaled on my cock while she made out with my stepmother.
CJ lifted her ass from my lap. She pushed her pants down to her knees. Her hands opened my jeans. CJ guided my dick into position and sat down. I grabbed her hips, pulled her up, and brought her down as I thrust up. CJ screamed an orgasm!
The driver ignored us–Persephone’s work.
CJ leaned back; I wrapped my arms around her waist. She moved her hips, rubbing the head of my dick against her depth. I let the tiny Asian girl do the work. At least most of it, I slid my hands down to her clit and rubbed the button. She shook her ass faster and faster. I returned the favor on her clit! CJ screamed again. I grabbed her hips and forced them to keep moving through her orgasm. CJ put her hands on top of mine as she felt my body getting ready to release. I pumped a load into her pussy; the hot wet surge peaked CJ’s pleasure one more time.
My dick stayed hard. CJ got the message! She pulled off my cock, grabbed it to keep it in place, and shifted her hips forward. The Asshole Vise Spell was a popular one among the girls. CJ’s pussy had not quite left enough lubrication on my dick. CJ bore down for a few seconds, forcing the head of my dick past her anal ring. She sighed when I penetrated. I sighed too, knowing I was in for a rough ride. CJ didn’t bother with getting used to the pole in her ass. She pressed down with hard and constant force. My dick slowly moved deeper and deeper into her ass. It felt like the skin was being peeled off my dick! Finally, CJ asscheeks rested on my hips. Not enough though! I lifted CJ and pulled her down as I thrust upwards with brutal power. CJ gagged on a scream.
I put one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip. She held herself above me to give me the room to thrust over and over into her ass. Actually, it was CJ who got the rough ride!
“It’s coming up,” the driver told us.
I sped up my thrusts, wanting to finish before we got down to business. CJ helped by moving her ass up and down to my rhythm. My balls squeezed inwards; I grabbed CJ’s hips in a hard hold and thrust as deep as I could into her. CJ rotated her hips to give me a little more stimulation. I exploded into her ass!
“That’s the one,” Persephone said, turning around to keep an eye the mansion we had just passed. “It has to be the one!”
CJ helped me dress before cleaning herself as best she could and putting her pants back on. We stepped out of the cab after paying the driver. The houses in the area had lots of land so it was a bit of hike back to our real destination. I wanted the girls to get a good look before we rang the doorbell.
“What are we doing here?” Persephone asked when we stood before the mansion’s front gates.
“Barbie’s crazy,” I said. “Like fucking nuts!”
“So what are we doing here?” Persephone asked in a more insistent voice.
“I need to have a conversation with the guy who owns Barbie’s mom,” I replied. The girls and Angela looked at each other; Julia Ann was staring at me, waiting.
“This is one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Michael,” Gianna said carefully. “The second most powerful wizard in the country!”
“You should see the Wards, Michael,” Angela said looking at something a few feet in front of us. “I’ve never seen any so powerful! He’s got one just so we can’t look inside.”
I frowned and faced the mansion. Sometimes, not being able to see Magic was inconvenient. I looked around the street.
“Hmmm,” I said, studying the two identical large vans parked a hundred feet to the left and right of the mansion gates.
“What?” Angela asked, following my eyes.
“The vans,” I said. The women looked around, but obviously couldn’t see the vans. It must have been a powerful Illusion Spell.
“How does he get away with it?” I asked them. “The Wards extend to the street, right? That’s where Angela was looking. Wouldn’t it zap people walking by?”
“Doesn’t look like he gets a lot of foot traffic,” Gianna told me.
“I’d definitely include an Abjuration Ward,” Angela said thoughtfully. “Like we did with what’s his name. How come it’s not working on us?”
“You can only have one Master,” Gianna told her.
“Duh,” Angela said, smiling at me. I really liked natural pout to the shape of her lips.
“I’ll say this much,” CJ told me. “Whatever you’re planning, I’m glad you didn’t bring Barbie.”
Everyone nodded.
“How are you going to get this guy to talk to you?” Gianna asked me. “And not kill us all!”
I had brought one bag with me. Laying it down, I opened it and pulled out a sledgehammer.
“I brought my talking stick,” I said.
“With those Wards, we’re not going to get in there,” Angela said. “There’s not even a doorbell or something.”
“Works as a knocker too!” I held the sledgehammer up.
“Anyway…” I said looking at the mansion gates. “You can’t see inside, correct?”
“Yes,” Angela said.
“And that’s the work of a Ward. Persephone said permanent Wards have to be etched or drawn on something. Wards like this, which are more like shields…I still don’t get the difference by the way! Wards like this aren’t drawn around the property but have a Symbolic drawings instead, facing in the direction you want to protect from.”
Persephone nodded. “As powerful as these Wards are, he probably has multiple Symbol Posts which are networked together. It’s tougher to get by that kind of system than a single big Ward.”
“Aha!” I said. “But I only have to take out one Post to bring the whole thing down.”
Persephone narrowed her eyes at me. “You have to be inside the Wards to take down a Post, Michael.”
I frowned her. “That’s what I thought–Magic users really can’t think outside of a Magical framework.”
“What?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said, waving a hand to silence her. “First thing is to get your eyes on the issue. What does the vision blocker Ward look like?”
“It can’t be a mental one,” Angela said. “Or else it wouldn’t work on us because you’re our Master. There’s no reason to waste the energy by putting it on the Symbol Posts. It probably looks like a bright white circle, think a white sun.”
“Got it!” I said, spotting something like she described on concrete block of the gate to the right.
“Michael!” the girls and Angela screamed when I walked forward. I ignored them and walked up to the gate. There were other Ward-looking designs etched into the concrete. The white circle was the biggest and most distinct. I turned back to the women; they were squinting, trying to see past the Ward.
“Aha! I was right!” I said with a big smile.
People were pouring out of the two vans. They wore blue jackets with the initials H.S. on the front. A short, thick redheaded female took a few steps towards the mansion. She wasn’t thick in a bad way; I wouldn’t have minded getting a better look at those boobs. They were humongous! A very-well dressed brunette also walked forward from the other van. The rest of the Federal Agents were male.
“One point for Persephone’s dad,” I said to myself. After I told Barbie’s father about my plan, he suggested a war council with Persephone’s parents. The ex-Hag and Knight Templar did have some choice words for my ‘plan’. I was a little peeved they hadn’t apologized when they could not come up with something better. They refined my ideas but didn’t exactly add to them.
I turned around, took a practice swing at the Ward. My first strike barely chipped the etching. I swung again! Better, but the girls still couldn’t see me. I put my back into hitting the Ward. It took two more swings before half of the design broke off.
“Shit!” I said, hearing barks. “Too much left.”
“No!” Angela yelled at me when I raised the hammer. “Those Wards are all wrong.”
I looked at the concrete and back to Angela. Persephone and the brunette walked in opposite directions along what must have been the Wardline.
“The black posts!” Persephone yelled.
“Yes!” Angela pointed at a black post in front of her. I ran over and took a massive swing at it. The fucker bent but didn’t break!
“At the bottom,” Gianna yelled. “It’s got a concrete foot.”
Swinging hard, I caught more footing than post. The barking was getting louder and closer. I swung again! Someone had paid good money for this fucking post.
“Fuck!” I yelled, breathing out as I put everything into another swing.
The post snapped! I turned and saw some really big dogs/wolves coming at me. Dropping the hammer, I ran back and dived behind Persephone, who had joined the group watching me.
“Shield!” I screamed, looking around her. Those were the biggest fucking dog/wolves I had ever seen.
CJ crouched and extended her arm out. Throwing stars shot towards the dogs! Three dogs caught the stars with their chests. Gianna spun to the left of the dog pouncing at her; she reached out grabbed its hind legs and smashed the dog into the ground. Multiple times! Julia Ann didn’t bother with fancy moves. She grabbed the dog that jumped on her and held it out at arm’s length. She transferred her hands until she had the dog by the upper and lower jaw. My stepmom ripped the lower jaw off the dog. She grabbed the dog by the neck and broke the top part of its snout off. If that’s what Julia Ann had done to her ex-boyfriend, I DID feel bad for him. The worst was the two dogs that came at Persephone and me. They jumped and hit what must have been Persephone’s shield. The dogs’ bodies disintegrated as they hit the shield.
“Okay,” I said after a minute. At least, I hadn’t puked! “First off…”
I pointed a finger at CJ. “Let me repeat, ninjas are Japanese, not Filipino. And how the hell did you get throwing stars by airport security?”
“I wrote a spell for it,” Angela announced proudly. Her Gift took the form of Spell Crafting. She wasn’t the immediate action kind of girl but given enough time Angela could wreck some havoc.
“Secondly,” I said, walking a few feet from Persephone and looking at her. “You need to wear a sign that says, ‘My mom was a Hag and my dad is the Knight Templar who redeemed her. I will FUCK your world up!’”
“That’s a pretty big sign for a girl to carry around,” someone said from behind me. The redheaded agent and the brunette had come closer. The brunette gestured her male compatriots back.
“How did you do that?” the redhead asked, looking at the snapped post and the sledgehammer.
“Oops!” I exclaimed. “That’s mine.”
I ran to the hammer, put it over my shoulder, and walked back to the women.
“What are you doing here?” the brunette agent asked me.
“I have an appointment with the man who lives in the house.” I pointed to the mansion.
“I’m afraid we can’t let you do that,” the brunette told me. Persephone stepped in front of me. Julia Ann faced the federal agents; my stepmom made a scary sight with the dog’s blood on her clothes.
The male agents walked forward.
“You need to come with us,” the brunette agent said, not backing down.
The male agents reached for their weapons, but they’d given Angela too much time. She finished her whispered gibbering with a final punctuated word. The male agents fell forward unconscious. The redheaded agent pulled her gun. Gianna grabbed her arm and lifted the agent off the ground.
“Please stop,” I said to the brunette. She looked at my stepmother; I knew the set of Julia Ann’s shoulders meant limbs were about to fly in different directions.
“It’s age,” I told the federal agent. “The older women are much more protective than the teenage ones. I would have thought the opposite, first love and all that.”
“It’s our experience,” Angela said. “Julia Ann and I know how rare good dick is.”
“She’s a federal agent,” I said to Angela. “I’m sure there’s something about statutory rape in the federal books!”
The redhead agent must have decided that her Plan A wasn’t going to work. She smiled sweetly at Gianna. “Can you put me down? Please!”
“Be nice,” Gianna told her. “The blonde lady is Michael’s stepmom and she’s stronger than I am.”
The redhead grimaced and touched her arm gingerly after Gianna dropped her.
“It isn’t a good idea to…” the brunette started to say.
I raised my hand to stop her. “Listen, lady! The asshole in this house has been tricking girls into slavery for years. You are out here watching while he does whatever the fuck he wants. It isn’t a good idea to fuck with me when I’ve walked through Wards designed to keep federal agents outside twiddling their thumbs.”
“I don’t have time for this shit,” I said and turned around. “Are the Wards really down, Persephone?”
She raised her hands and walked forward. Looking back at me she nodded, “This set is, but I see more inside.”
“Let’s go then,” I said to the ladies. I didn’t notice the federal agents following us until after the second set of dogs.
The Wards weren’t an issue since the guy liked to use black posts; his guards also charged instead of sitting behind the Wards. I let the girls drop the guards and then I knocked down the Symbol Posts.
“Oh!” I said after CJ cut a guard down with her sword. “I think that one was a real person.”
I leaned against a tree and puked. The lady agents stared at me. I wiped my mouth before speaking to them. “Weak stomach! I’m not cut out for this type of thing. Oh shit! I said ‘cut’.”
I hurled again. CJ’s slice had almost cut the human guard in half. Up to that point, the guards had been dogs or Magical Automatons. The dogs and guard trees the women cut down without an issue. The normal automatons too! The fifteen foot metal Magic Golem was an issue. I had to run forward put a hand on it to still the Magic animating it. Julia Ann wrenched the different sections apart.
“Shit!” I said a few minutes later and ran for a clear space to further empty my stomach. Gianna had been carrying around the giant golem’s head. Three real guards popped up in front of us. Gianna threw the golem head at the face of one guard. She ran forward and caught the head on the bounce. Throwing the head at the second guard, she caught it on the bounce again and slam-dunked it on top of the third guard’s head. It was a smashingly bloody display!
“I should have skipped lunch,” I said weakly.
“We’re almost there, Michael,” the girls encouraged. “Barbie needs you!”
“Barbie doesn’t need me,” I said. “She needs a head doctor.”
The two federal agents looked at us curiously; they were going to remember Barbie’s name. At least, they hadn’t tried to interfere after the giant golem. Nothing like watching Julia Ann shred steel to make someone see reason.
“Finally,” I said.
We stood at the mansion’s front door. The fucking things were massive! Julia Ann walked up to them, grabbed them, and ripped them off the hinges. She, nonchalantly, threw the doors over her shoulders and behind us. In that moment, I was SO glad she believed in being the spankee and not the spanker.
The inside of the house was much easier to get through. Persephone walked in front of us with a Shield up. If anyone popped out of a doorway, she walked towards them until her shields ‘ate’ them. It was bad enough to see that shit happen to a dog!
“I agree with you,” the brunette agent told me. “She needs to wear a sign. Did you say her parents are a Hag and a Knight Templar?”
“Ex-Hag,” I said quickly. “The Ex is very important to her family.”
Persephone was staring at the agent.
“Ex-Hag,” the agent said clearly. Persephone turned around and walked forward again.
“These are your girlfriends?” the redheaded agent asked, looking me up and down.
“The young ones,” I said. “Julia Ann is my stepmom.”
“I’m his slave,” Angela told the agents. I shook my head and waited for the feds to go off on us.
“I thought you had issue with Mr. Black keeping slaves,” the brunette said.
I laughed for a second. “Is that his name? I never asked anyone about his name!”
“Believe me, it’s not the same thing,” Angela told the agents. “Barbie has told me a little about what this asshole did to her. It’s not in the same universe as Michael and me.”
I didn’t really want Angela to get into it, so I stared at her until she shut up.
“We’re getting close,” Persephone said suddenly. “He’s hitting me with some big spells. Stay near me!”
The shields forced open a set of double doors. Mr. Black was standing on a small stage. He read from a huge book on a pedestal.
“He’s too strong!” Persephone yelled. “He’s going to break my shield.”
Magic required experience and growth. The girls were getting stronger, but this guy had more than a few decades on them. I patted Persephone to stand to the side and walked towards Mr. Black. His attention moved from Persephone to me.
“ALL!” the federal agents gasped.
Lightning, fire, and blackness rushed at me from the stage. I stopped inside the doorway and let Mr. Black do his thing. Something must have surprised him more than his spells not affecting me.
He stopped and stared at his book. “It failed…”
That was my cue! I ran onto the stage and clocked him. He fell backwards, but the guy was one cool cat under pressure. He crawled to a large pentagram, put his hand on two symbols in the middle, and chanted a few words.
“I’ve heard of these,” Angela said. “It’s a Magic Panic Room.”
Mr. Black stared at me from inside his pentagram.
“I think we’re good here,” I told the ladies. “Bring me Barbie’s mother.”
Dragging a chair near the pentagram, I sat down and nodded to Mr. Black. I couldn’t believe it worked! I dug my nails into the chair arms to stop my hands from shaking.
“What do you want?” he asked. I smiled and raised my hand, signaling for him to wait. He looked at the agents. Julia Ann and the agents were the only ones that hadn’t gone searching for Barbie’s mother.
It took a few minutes for everyone to get back.
“Ooh! La! La!” I said. “If Barbie is going to look like you when she gets older, the next couple of decades are going to be good times for me.”
The woman had eyes only for her captor. I frowned when a few other women walked into the room.
“It’s the others,” Gianna told me. I nodded and studied Mr. Black’s prisoners. They looked well fed but the empty eyes were telling.
“I’m going to kill you!” Mr. Black growled at me. “I’m going to kill everyone you love! I’m going to kill people just for shaking your hand!”
I got up and walked around the Pentagram. Mr. Black whispered a few words. His eyes widened when nothing happened. The girls had been very frustrated and confused with their failures to Spell me before they made their Covenant. I had counted on Mr. Black’s greater age and experience increasing his confusion exponentially compared to the girls. He chose to stand when I walked through his Wards instead of doing the smart thing and running.
“People are coming,” he yelled. “I have guards on twenty-four hour call!”
“You really should have told us what you were planning, Michael,” Persephone said. “We could have come prepared.”
“You would have told Barbie,” I replied.
They didn’t deny it.
“Mr. Black and I need to have a rational conversation,” I said. “For instance, nobody coming to save his ass is going to be tougher than the protections that were already in place. They’re the clean up crew, or else they would have been in here with him.”
Mr. Black blinked.
“Julia Ann, Gianna,” I said without looking at the women. “Go play!”
I jumped when they went through the walls instead of out the doors. Looking at the ceiling, I shook my head.
“How did you get past my defenses?” Mr. Black asked me.
Good! He was thinking; he’d try to buy time while he formulated a new plan of attack. I sat back down and glanced at the federal agents. I expected a government presence once things got moving. Persephone’s parents suggested a few ways of handling them.
“You’re an old and powerful Wizard,” I told Mr. Black. “I’m not going to match you in a general melee. I had to reduce things to a small focus, so my own Gifts could be applied fully. Your defenses were good enough to stalemate the government so I knew you’d be complacent in your home. Magical defenses are somewhat ineffective against my particular…”
He stared at me.
“I have four fairy godmothers and my mother died at childbirth,” I said.
The redhead agent took a step towards me. “A mother’s dying wish is the only thing that could convince fairy godmothers to combine their Blessings!”
Persephone’s mom was right! Having the agents meet me halfway to the lie made it easier for them to believe it. I pulled the chain from around my neck to show Mr. Black and the agents the silver pendant shaped like a finger. “It isn’t solid silver. In fact, it’s the finger bone of St. Acacius. They dipped it in silver or something. My girlfriend’s father let me borrow it.”
“My dad’s going to kill you, Michael,” Persephone said. “He would never take it out of the Chapterhouse. You borrowed that about as much as you borrowed my maidenhead.”
“An anti-Magic Artifact!” Mr. Black spat angrily. Part two of the lie clicked into place. I was very glad Persephone caught on quickly. The federal agents looked to be buying it also.
“My Blessing is rather simple, but fairy godmothers with something to prove get carried away with their good intentions. I’m sure you know how Magic can be all about intention,” I said to Mr. Black. “I was Blessed with always finding what I need. The right girlfriend. The right…”
The lie impressed my ladies. CJ was staring at me hard. “I want to gag on your cock!”
“You got some in the car,” Persephone told her.
“I didn’t get to suck his dick,” CJ replied.
“I’m sure if we do a good job here, we’ll all be gagging on Michael’s cock later on,” Angela said from across the room.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
“I found it,” she announced and brought a metal canister to Persephone. The redhead teenager opened it, smiled, and approached the pentagram. Walking around it, she poured a white powder from the container onto the floor. She circled the pentagram with the powder. Handing the container back to Angela, Persephone sat to my left and chanted some gibberish. Mr. Black did not look happy. The federal agents leaned against the wall.
“You Warded him?” I whispered to Persephone.
“I made it so we can see through it,” she said softly.
“He almost got through your shields?”
“He was holding his Black Grimoire,” she replied. “It makes a huge difference. I’m also pretty sure he never planned to use his little Panic Pentagram. He certainly didn’t plan for anything like someone walking through his outer Wards.”
Something exploded outside! It must have done the trick because a minute later, Gianna and Julia Ann came back.
“Take what you want and go!” Mr. Black ordered. I put the sledgehammer’s head on the ground and rested my chin on the top of the handle.
“I want Barbie’s mom,” I told him. He frowned and looked at the blonde woman. His lips curled in anger.
“You can’t have her!” he said. “And when you leave, I’m going to make the cunt suffer.”
“For some time now, Barbie and her girlfriends have been trying to figure out how to break the Contract,” I told him. “Everyone keeps telling me that nothing short of a Young God could do it.”
I picked up the hammer a few inches and let it drop back on the ground.
“The thing is…they’re girls,” I smiled, noticing the female eyes turning to stare at me. “Teenage girls at that! All those surging hormones and stuff. They want to burn shit down, slice it into a million pieces, or punch the crap out of it. So violent!”
Sitting back, I looked out the window. “As evidenced by the trail of vomit I left outside, I am a lover and not a fighter.”
The redhead federal agent snorted.
“Am too!” I glared at her. “I did not punch, cut, or set anything on fire! Did I? Nobody is going to be arresting me unless it’s illegal to take a walk. Maybe trespassing but that’s like a fine.”
“They can’t arrest you anyway,” Angela said. The agents looked at each and frowned at Angela.
“Why not?” I asked.
“This is a Swiss consulate,” Angela said. “Right, ladies?”
The agents folded their arms over their chests. They did not look happy.
“A what?” I asked Angela.
“The Swiss have been selling consulate status to major Magic users since they created the idea of diplomatic immunity,” Angela replied. “There’s no way Mr. Black didn’t pay for the status.”
“Are you serious?” I asked. “Why the fuck would the Swiss do that?”
“It’s a Magical Contract,” she told me. “They get certain services in lieu of payment.”
“I still don’t get it,” I said.
“During World War Two, Hitler sent an army to invade Switzerland,” the brunette federal agent told me. “Nobody has ever found a trace of them.”
“Absolutely nothing,” Angela said. “A whole army gone! They did a show about it in Germany with Magical Scrying. The scryer went blind.”
“Was that before or after the Young Gods ran their inside-out decimation of the Nazi Army?” I asked.
“Before,” Angela replied.
I looked at Mr. Black for a second before turning to the federal agents. “So whatever happens here, stays in here?””
The redhead didn’t meet my eyes, but the brunette nodded.
“So you’re interested observers,” I said, pushing the point. The redhead was the one who nodded to me that time.
I tapped the top of the sledgehammer handle with a finger. “Where was I?”
“You were about to say something stupid about you being the only rational one in our Coven,” Persephone told me.
“Yes,” I said, ignoring her tone of voice. “The girls were freaking chasing their tails on breaking the Contract. That’s not my strength. I was thinking more down the line of convincing you to release Barbie’s mom from the Contract. You can do that, right? The Contractor…that’s the right term, correct? The Contractor can drop the whole thing. You let Barbie out of her Contract.”
“I will not release what is mine,” Mr. Black snarled.
“That’s good. That’s good,” I said. “Now I understand your starting position.”
“He doesn’t sound like he’s willing to negotiate,” Persephone told me. “Maybe we should have brought Barbie.”
“This is about the art of the deal,” I told her. “He hasn’t heard my starting position.”
“I thought it was ‘Free Barbie’s Mother’,” the brunette federal agent said to me.
“Actually, my opening position would be…‘This is the Hammer of Thor’.” I picked up the hammer and slammed the head against the ground.
Everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“All right,” I said, raising a hand. “It’s only a Singular Copy! And the maker took some artistic license with the look, BUT the important pieces of an Artifact are its Magical Properties. As everybody knows, one of the big gotchas on Thor’s Hammer is that a blow from it…”
“Cannot be stopped by Spell or Enchantment!” the women said together.
“No!” Mr. Black yelled as I raised the hammer over my head. I walked through Persephone’s Ward and the Pentagram’s protections to slam the hammer down on Mr. Black’s hip. He screamed in pain! I sat back down.
“Shit!” I said.
Angela handed me the metal canister with the white powder in it. There was nothing left in my stomach so I only dry-heaved. I put the container down and settled back into the chair.
“I had a plan for avoiding that,” I said to the ceiling. “Where did I go wrong? Lover not a fighter. I love the girls. They need different things. Fuck! I skipped that whole part.””
“What was that?” CJ asked.
“Huh?” I grunted.
“You said something about love,” Gianna told me.
“It was stuff about loving all of you equally,” I said to Gianna. “You know that I didn’t know that was possible, but you’re all so different. Julia Ann is my stepmom. Angela is fucking gorgeous. You’re a sex goddess. CJ uses me like a Jungle Gym. There’s something really awesome about a lesbian who worships my cock. And of course, Barbie brought us together.”
I looked at Mr. Black. “They have different needs. I think that helps in treating them equally but uniquely. Persephone needs me to treat her like she’s the main character of a story and not a supporting member of her parents’ fairy tale romance. She also has no clue how to get girls.”
“What?” Persephone yelled.
“Girlfriend, please!” I said. “You’ve banged Julia Ann and Angela. Have you even kissed the other girls in your Coven?”
She blushed and looked away.
“They’re all like that,” I told Mr. Black. “Let me tell you–I have no idea how chicks make it from girls to women. It’s like female hormones promote the crazy.”
“You’re kidding, right?” the redheaded agent asked me. “You are kidding!”
“See what I mean,” I said, looking at her. “Freaking nuts every single one of them. It’s exhausting! I need some male friends.”
The brunette agent pulled her friend back to the wall.
“Is your hip better?” I asked Mr. Black. “They warned me you’d have a Healing Spell on.”
He stretched his leg but didn’t reply.
“The thing Barbie needs is her mommy,” I told him. “Barbie made a mistake and her mother is paying for it. Barbie can’t move on until she knows her mother is okay. She can’t start the healing process for her crazy. Take my word for it–the females here are a normal amount of crazy. Barbie is so fucking gone that she needs help to find her way back to a clinical level of insane. Obviously, that’s where you and I come in.”
He stared at me.
“So to clarify, your position is no fucking chance. My position is that you weren’t counting on me being in possession of an Artifact and a Singular Copy of a Young God’s Weapon.” I swung the hammer up, stepped forward, and broke his knee. I watched it heal. Surprisingly, it looked like he felt the pain as it reset; he must not have expected the Healing Spell to ever activate.
“I’m going to bet that I can do this longer than you can,” I said before slamming the hammer down on his foot.
“You’ll kill me,” he said after the foot healed.
“See,” I told the women in the room. “Seduction! Not burning shit or punching shit or tearing shit apart.”
“I noticed you didn’t say anything about breaking every bone in his body with the Thor’s Hammer,” CJ said snarkily.
“It’s not quite going how I scripted it in my mind,” I told her.
“Shit happens,” Gianna said. “Sometimes, I want to suck dick, but I end up with my ass in the air getting spanked. You have to roll with it.”
“You’ll kill me when I release her,” Mr. Black said.
“There’s no guarantee that you haven’t set up the Contract to transfer upon your death, which is why I haven’t killed you,” I told him. The federal agents took in a deep, harsh breath. My girls froze; they must not have thought of it either.
Mr. Black’s eyes narrowed. “No, you don’t know if it will happen. You need me alive!”
“I NEED you to free her willingly and happily,” I said. “See we’re negotiating finally; this is very good.”
“You could still kill me afterwards,” he replied.
“I am willing to offer guarantees.”
“A Magic Binding,” he suggested.
I nodded.
“The women too?”
I nodded again.
“Do it!”
“If you free Barbie’s mom, I bind myself with my Magic not to kill you,” I intoned. “If you free Barbie’s mom, I bind my women with our Magic not to kill you.”
“No!” The federal agents yelled taking a couple of steps towards me, but they were too late.
“I accept!” Mr. Black shouted triumphantly.
“Idiot!” the brunette agent yelled at me. “You didn’t make him take the same Binding! He can kill you later, but you can’t touch him.”
I widened my eyes at them. My ladies gasped! I was so proud of their acting that I almost welled up with tears.
“I free the whore from the Contract!” Mr. Black intoned. “And I will be coming for you, fool! I told you–I’m going to kill everyone you love. I’m going to kill them slowly so you can enjoy their screams.””
A book on a shelf popped and erupted into flames.
“It’s an actual contract?” I asked. “On paper?”
The women nodded.
“This would have much better if someone had told me that,” I looked my women and the agents. “Never mind!”
“And one more thing,” I told Mr. Black, pointing to his other women in the room. “Can you set them free too?”
“No!”
“I promised not to kill you; I didn’t promise that I wouldn’t find out how close to killing you I can get. You have a lot of food stockpiled so we could go for a few days.”
He looked through me and shook his head.
“Now that her mom is free, Barbie will find herself. I mean, if you don’t kill her first. There’s hope for Barbie,” I said. “Persephone…not so much! She is never going to be fucking normal unless they rewrite the books so that sadism falls in the spectrum.”
“I don’t hurt my friends,” Persephone insisted.
“Quick!” I told her. “What should I do next to Mr. Black?”
“You’re breaking bones,” she replied. “With that Healing Spell, stand over him and pulverize his foot into mash. Regrowing a foot if the spell reuses the mash? The pain would kill anyone without a Healing Spell cast on him or her. He will suffer greatly! I’m sure Barbie would love to hear about it.”
I gestured towards Persephone. The women nodded in agreement of my assessment on her sadism. Persephone sniffed and raised her chin.
“All right!” Mr. Black yelled. “I set them free.”
More books burned.
“Awesome!” I watched the newly freed women. Some collapsed but a few looked very lost. “Hmm…”
I waited patiently until the women gained some equilibrium. The next part depended on them.
“Is my daughter okay?” Barbie’s mom asked.
I nodded absently.
“He is going to kill us,” she told me. “You made a bad deal!”
“You might be enough,” I said, staring at her. She frowned and looked from woman to woman in the room.
“Angela, can you be a dear and show me the Healing Spell in Mr. Black’s Grimoire?” I placed the sledgehammer behind my chair and patted where I wanted Angela to sit down. She grabbed the book from the pedestal and skipped to my side. Sitting down, she flipped quickly through the book. The thing was massive, bigger than those huge library dictionaries.
“This is the one.” Angela tilted the book towards me and showed me a page. It looked like a blank page to me, but I took her word for it. Everyone in the room was staring at me with curiosity in their eyes. I pulled the fake St. Acacius Artifact from around my neck to lay it on the page.
I tore the page in half.
“NO!!!” Mr. Black screamed.
Angela dropped the book. The redhead federal agent turned to the side and vomited loudly. All my women took a few steps away from me. Barbie’s mother yelled exultantly.
“It’s not possible!” the brunette federal agent whispered.
“I’m pretty sure nobody’s tried to use a Holy Saint’s Artifact for it,” I told them. “Even Persephone’s parents were shocked when I suggested it. Magic people–it’s like as soon as you get Magic, your sense of adventure flees!”
I turned to Persephone. “So you see, I did talk to your dad. It’s why I think borrow is the right word for how I acquired the finger bone. Although, maybe I didn’t say which Holy Saint’s Artifact I was planning on using. He had to know, right? Not every Holy Saint’s Artifact is Anti-Magic. I needed an Anti-Magic Artifact; he should have thought I’d go for the only one he knew about since it was pretty close by.”
I picked up the book and put it in my lap. Ripping the first page out, I threw it to the side.
“NO!!!! Please!” Mr. Black crashed into Persephone’s ward. He knelt down and grasped his hands. “Please! I won’t kill you! I’ll Bind myself! I’ll do anything you want! Please stop!”
I ripped another page out. He begged even louder! Persephone gestured and I couldn’t hear him anymore.
“Thank you,” I said to my redhead.
“And you say we’re the crazy ones, Michael. You’re destroying a Black Grimoire! How the fuck did you think of it?” Persephone shook her head before walking out of the room. She came back a few seconds later with a metal bin. She picked up the torn pages and threw them in the bin before setting it down beside my chair.
“Master.” Angela knelt at my feet. “Please stop!”
“Huh?” I was more than a little shocked at her words. “This is the Source of his power, Angela.”
“You can tear the book apart, Master,” Angela said, “But let me learn the Spells in it first.”
“It’s a Black Grimoire,” I told her. “Evil on paper!”
“Spells can have multiple uses.” She rubbed her cheek against my knee. “How can I protect you if I don’t know what Spells might be used against you, Master?”
I was not going to budge on it, but she rubbed my groin with her lips. An hour later, letting her read the damn thing seemed like a very bad idea. She’d barely let me rip out more than thirty pages.
“This is taking too long,” I told Angela. She nodded and glanced at a few pages. Tapping them, she got her hand out of the way and let me tear them in half. She did it again and again, before coming across a spell that captured her interest. I shook my head and took a deep breath. At least, this way it would only take a couple more hours.
When Angela and I finished, Barbie’s mom handed me lighter fluid and a sandwich. I ate while the remains of Mr. Black’s Grimoire burned.
Everyone stared at me. I studied Mr. Black’s ex-slaves and the man himself. From each woman to him…from each woman to him. Barbie’s mom walked out of the room; she came back with the knife block from the kitchen.
“With your stomach, the sandwich was a bad idea,” the redhead federal agent told me.
“Shit!” I said.
Persephone dropped the Ward around Mr. Black. At least, I had the fucking bin to vomit into.
The federal agents gave us a ride to the airport. Some of the freed women asked to come with us, but I wanted no part of them. I came for Barbie’s mom and that was it. Thankfully, they took my hint about the valuables in Mr. Black’s home. The women would be set for life. It didn’t make things better, but it was something. Barbie’s mom spent most of the time during the trip on the phone with her family.
A whole party was waiting at the airport when our plane landed. I tried to slide around them but being the hero of the day has its consequences.
“You killed an evil man,” Persephone’s dad told me.
“I didn’t kill him,” I replied. “I went there to free Barbie’s mom. I had nothing to do with the guy being sliced to a million pieces. They cut his pee pee off and liquefied it in a blender. The dude was still alive! That’s definitely some angry chick shit.”
Persephone’s father shook his head and waved his daughter to his side. He pulled a sheathed sword from his back. Showing it to me, he handed it to his daughter. “This is the Sword of Saint Acacius.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“My daughter will take your stead for our Promise. The Brothers of Acacius will stand at your back, Michael,” he vowed. Turning around, he led his wife out of the airport.
Persephone stared at sword for a minute. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
“Bet your mom doesn’t have one of those,” I told her.
I did not manage to get away from the festivities. I only stayed for the party in Barbie’s house because her mother braved through it. If she wasn’t going to break things up, I certainly could not.
“It’s not going to be easy for them,” Persephone said after everyone left. We were in Barbie’s room. Her parents looked like they wanted to talk so we got out of their way.
Barbie nodded to the redhead. “She suffered more than I ever did.”
“It’s over, Barbie,” Gianna said. “Michael did this for you.”
“She’s right,” CJ told Barbie. “You’re going to repay him by getting better.”
“I can’t snap my fingers and make everything all right,” Barbie insisted.
“No,” Jenaveve said. “You’re going to talk to Julia Ann and get the name of her counselor. Michael is right! You lost your marbles; you’re going to put in the time to get them back in your head. Don’t make Michael will it either! This is for you.”
“For us,” Persephone said to Barbie. The blonde nodded and shifted so that her side pressed against me on the bed.
“I can’t believe it worked,” Gianna said.
“You and me both,” I whispered.
“You get that it was a crazy plan,” Persephone said to me.
“And stupid,” I replied.
“You should have taken me with you,” Barbie grumbled. I pulled her onto the bed with me and kissed her neck.
“I’m moving in with you,” Barbie told me.
“Say what?”
“My parents need time alone,” she said. “My mom really does! They’re not going to make it if I’m here and they have to deal with my shit too.”
“I’ll ask Julia Ann,” I said.
“You’re going to tell Julia Ann,” Jenaveve corrected. “How many times do I have to tell you, Michael? More forceful!”
“I can do forceful,” I said.
“Not really,” Jenaveve replied. The girls nodded in agreement.
“Oh yeah!” I said. “Kiss Persephone! Gianna and CJ…show me your nude bodies and girl-on-girl loving!”
I hadn’t considered the fact that there was only one bed in the room. I decided to forego the show when Barbie got sexy-cuddly.
Barbie and I went to my house. Julia Ann prepared a snack for me; they watched me eat and talked about the best avenues of help for Barbie. They kept talking for an hour even after we went to my bedroom.
I actually ended up not having sex because they fell asleep. The fucking conquering hero and no nookie! Julia Ann pressed against my back. Barbie was snoring softly into my neck.
I was going to have to admit defeat–I did need to be more forceful. I woke up alone in my bed! I stomped down the stairs to drag Julia Ann back to bed with my hard cock leading the way. I had not been expecting my stepmother to have guests.
“Hello, my baby,” Julia Ann said to me. The women’s eyes focused on my raging hard-on. I grabbed the shade from a nearby lamp and put in front of my crotch.
“There’s no need, Michael,” Julia Ann said. “These are women from my groups. I’ve been switching support groups every week looking for the right ones. I’ve asked them to join my Coven.”
Angela sat beside Julia Ann, smiling at me. My stepmother got up from the couch, walked over to me, grabbed the shade, and put it back on the lamp.
“Ladies, this is my son, Michael,” Julia Ann said. She put her hand on my ass and pushed me towards the women. My dick got harder from the attention they were giving it.
“He’s huge!” a blonde said.
“Yes,” a black woman said. “This is going to be more than about the Magic, isn’t it?”
I REALLY liked her eyes. They were amber, which set off well against her skim latte coloring. Her hair was dark black and curly.
The third woman had straight brown hair, brown eyes, great tits, and nothing to say.
“I don’t think that’s going to fit inside me,” the blonde said to the other women in the room. There was something about her brown eyes. They were soft in some way, like the rest of her body.
“Alisha,” the brunette said. “You’ve had two babies!”
“I need to talk to you, Julia Ann,” I said.
“Darling, anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my Coven.” Julia Ann grabbed my dick and pulled me with her as she sat down. She licked the tip of my dick. “You’re ready to blow, aren’t you?”
Angela leaned over and sucked on the head of my dick. I was ready to go off! I grabbed the two women by the hair and pulled them off my dick.
“I do like my men demanding,” the black woman said. “It’s what got me in trouble with my ex-husband.”
“This is not going to work,” I said.
“You don’t like black women!” she said angrily, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. I looked her up and down. She had a hard, fit body without losing any curves. My dick got even harder as I thought about bending her over the couch and showing her ‘demanding’.
“You’re going to be bossy,” I told her. “And the Covenant does not go there. At least, I hope not ‘cause I don’t like bossy.”
“My Wedding Vows are going to say I have to obey you,” she replied. “Doesn’t mean I can’t speak my mind.”
“Woah!” I said, stepping away from the women with my palms facing them. “Wedding Vows? I got five teenage girlfriends that will yell their heads off about that shit.”
“Juliette is taking the Vows, darling,” Julia Ann said. “Not you. You can’t be bound by Magic.”
My dick proved to be a convenient handle; the new brunette grabbed it and led me back to my stepmom.
“Hi!” The new brunette said to me as she sat down next to Julia Ann. Pointing my dick at Julia Ann’s mouth, the brunette stroked the shaft. “My name is Austin Kincaid. I’m willing to bet this will fit perfectly in my pussy. And in my mouth. And in my ass! I hear you like to pound a woman’s ass!”
“You really need to pop!” the black woman, Juliette, said. She reached under my ass and traced my balls with her fingernails.
“So this is real?” the blonde, Alisha, asked me. “You can give me Magic? I’m not going to do anything bad with it, but I want my ex-husband to stop bugging me about custody. He hit our kids; he doesn’t get to see them ever again!””
“We told you all about it, Alisha,” Angela said patiently.
“I want him to say it!” the blonde insisted.
“I don’t know how it works,” I said. “But I have a Coven who’ll do whatever I want. You’ve probably seen what Julia Ann and Angela can do. If you wrap your lips around my cock right now, I promise your ex-husband is never going to come near you again.”
She nodded and leaned down. Her lips were so soft! She licked the bottom of my cock as she took me deeper and deeper. I grabbed the back of Alisha’s head and thrust into her mouth. She took it! I held her in place; Alisha’s tongue kept moving on me.
I spewed a load into Alisha’s mouth. The blonde swallowed, making sure not to miss drop. Taking her mouth off me, she looked into my eyes. “Whatever you want. It doesn’t matter as long as I get Magic!”
The other two women were more poetic, especially Juliette who really did have Wedding Vows prepared.
I approved of my stepmother’s selection for her Coven and showed it by spending the day filling them with cum. Someone, probably Angela, called to tell Persephone about the additions. She brought the Teen Coven over and the whole thing devolved into an orgy.
It’s not easy being the only male in an eleven person fuck-a-thon. Magic powered virility can only take a kid so far; a guy will collapse from normal exhaustion. My dick didn’t collapse so the ladies kept the party going.
They didn’t leave me alone until Jenaveve asked the three new women about their Gifts. I was immediately in an empty bedroom as the women went off to experiment.
As long as they didn’t blow up the house, things would work out.
Epilogue: I’ve Got The Power
It wasn’t all milk and cookies! On one side, I had a Coven composed of teenage girls, and on the other, a Coven of four previously abused women and one who voluntarily enslaved herself for access to Magic. There was no open antagonism towards each other though. They certainly had no issues if I wanted a mixed threesome with females from both Covens.
The women wanted a set of things; the girls wanted a set of things. I was only one thing! We had to adjust to the brew of desires, wants, and needs. Most of it had to do with time. I spent a lot of time with the girls at school, so the women thought it only fair for me to spend more time with them outside of school. The girls didn’t see it that way since it wasn’t like we were ‘together’ at school. (I avoided mention of the Abjuration Ward and bed in the prop room.) I pretty much stayed out of it. The Teen Coven and MILF Coven were going to work it out their own way and didn’t me need sticking my nose in it.
MILF didn’t apply to all the members of Julia Ann’s Coven. I was only Julia Ann’s stepson and Angela had no children. The MILF Coven liked my nickname for them so they suggested I immediately impregnate Julia Ann and Angela.
ANYWAY…
I was somewhat surprised the newspapers and news programs didn’t make much of Mr. Black’s death. The press discovered Mr. Black’s body and ran with a failed Major Demon Summoning story. Only the Magic news rags and some late night TV shows on the public networks made a big deal of his death.
Barbie’s mom appeared to be getting better. They had the Teen Coven and me over for dinner one night about a month after Barbie moved out. Her parents asked Barbie to move back in, but I could tell they felt obligated to do it. I interrupted to tell them I wanted Barbie to continue living with me. They nodded and moved on to the real reason for having us over. Barbie was going to be a big sister! The news threw Barbie for a few days, but Julia Ann helped her through the low points. It helped them grow closer, which stopped a majority of the problems between the Covens.
I was looking forward to riding out the rest of my high school education in peace and sex.
“Michael,” the school principal said. The entire class had looked up from our test booklets when he came in. The principal approached my desk and went down on one knee beside it.
“It’s your mom,” he told me. “There’s been an accident!”
“What happened?” I jumped out of my chair. He grabbed my jacket and bookbag.
“We have the car waiting,” he said. “My secretary will drive you to the hospital.”
“What happened?” I asked as he led me out of the classroom.
“The police won’t tell us,” he replied. “They said she’ll be okay, but she’s asking for you.”
My locker was close by. I opened it, stuffed my bookbag, and slammed it shut. I followed the principal down the stairs and out the front door. The car was across the street. Some thing to my right caught my eye. A woman was waving at me! I turned my head–the redhead and brunette federal agents from Mr. Black’s house sat on the hood of a car. They waved at me again!
I stopped.
“Michael,” the principal said. “You need to go!”
I turned around. Two men in black suits slid from the sides of the school doors and walked towards me. I rushed the man on the left and delivered a knuckle strike to his throat. The second man pulled a Tazer gun out of his jacket. He fired the probes; they struck me in the chest! I don’t know who was more surprised that they didn’t take me down. They buzzed against my chest, but I didn’t feel anything. He did something to the gun and the buzzing got louder. I moved on him fast. He was too busy trying to figure why I hadn’t dropped to avoid my kick to his knee. Spinning around, I saw a few dozen people coming out of cars on the street. They drew weapons and aimed at me.
For the first time, I understood what the girls meant about ‘connected’. I felt everything around me. I sidestepped to the left–a sniper’s bullet went by my head. I sidestepped to the right–another sniper’s bullet went by me. Two snipers! I looked up to the two tallest building facing the school.
“To me,” I whispered.
A portion of the wall on the third floor of the school blew out. Someone jumped through a second floor window. Someone else jumped through a third floor window on my left.
On my right, CJ landed on one of my attackers. She struck him in the neck twice with a knife; she left the blade in him. Stepping forward, she drew a sword and cut a second man in half.
Gianna was the one who jumped from the third floor. She landed smoothly, picked up the man in front of her, and threw him across the parking lot on the opposite street. She tore the door of a car and used it as a Frisbee. Her throw took a woman’s head off!
“There,” I said, pointing up and to my left at the sniper. The other sniper was high and to my right. “There.”
Fireballs the size of vans machine-gunned out of the hole in the third story of the school. Persephone jumped over me and knelt at my feet. She extended her hands to the side. Bullets struck something in front of me. Persephone had shielded me just in time! The buildings with the snipers collapsed.
The attackers in front of me screamed and started shooting at each other. Jenaveve was among them, but they couldn’t see her. She stabbed one in the throat, sliding out of the way of the falling body to stab a woman upwards in the coochie. OUCH! CJ must have been giving Jenaveve knife lessons.
I heard a crash to my left. Gianna had picked up a car and thrown it into one of the parked vans. Barbie went with her Coven Sister’s idea and pounded every car on the street with fireballs.
It didn’t take long after that! Jenaveve and CJ, literally, cut everyone else down.
“A fucking WellSpring in the United States!” someone yelled. The redhead and brunette federal agents were walking up to us with their hands in front to show they were unarmed. An older man walked behind them; he was the one who yelled.
He stopped and took a cellphone out of his pocket. Bringing it to his ear, he started screaming into it. “Stand down! Stand down! I know, but you don’t know what’s going on here. They killed everyone! Stand down!”
The old man was hopping up and down madly.
“Hello, Michael,” the brunette agent said to me. “I never introduced myself. Agent Jessica Canizales of Homeland Security.”
The redhead waved at me. “Agent April Hunter, Homeland Security.”
The old man walked up to us, surveying the damage. He put a hand over his cellphone before addressing me. “Davidson Smith, Director of Homeland Security. I can’t talk right now. Your stepmother is leveling a Federal Building!”
He focused his attention back on his phone. “Listen to me–she’s a Witch drawing power from a WellSpring. It’s like a fucking Major Waypoint, except it’s her stepson.”
We were only catching his side of the conversation, but we didn’t have to be geniuses to figure out what the other side was saying.
“Is there any other kind of WellSpring?”
“Yes! Nobody told you that’s the kind of firepower you were going to face.”
“ALL damn it! Stand down! She has no fucking loyalty except to her son! She’ll kill everyone between them if she has to. I’m a White Wizard and I would go hide in my house before I got in her way.”
I looked at the two female agents. “They have Julia Ann?”
Agent Canizales gestured towards the dead bodies. “Let’s be honest for a second–the city is in more danger than your stepmother.”
“I can’t believe you were right!” Agent Hunter said to her partner. “A WellSpring! Here! And high school girls discovered him before anybody else did? This is crazy.”
“A WellSpring with two Covens,” Agent Canizalez said with a very wide smile on her face.
“It could still be something else…” Agent Hunter said slowly.
Something must have happened because everyone around me looked to the west. A few seconds later, the ground shook beneath our feet.
“I FUCKING TOLD YOU!” Director Smith shouted into his phone. “Stand down! STAND DOWN!”
He threw his phone to the ground, smashing it into hundreds of pieces.
“Alisha? Or Angela?” Barbie asked the two female agents. The blonde had joined us during the introductions.
“Those crazy women of yours knocked down the entire block!” Director Smith yelled at me.
“Angela,” the girls around me said together.
“You’re not THAT powerful,” I said to them. “Are you?”
Barbie studied the burning cars. “I’ve never drawn this much power. I knew you were in danger so I just…”
“Julia Ann probably kept everyone busy,” Persephone said. “It would have given the other four enough time to cast something big. Angela has been waiting the opportunity to do something flashy. She’s going to be really pissed Michael wasn’t there to ooh and aah.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to be shown up in Magic,” Gianna said with a wicked smile. She really wasn’t sorry at all.
Agent Hunter pulled a cellphone out of her back pocket and handed it to Director Smith.
“Are you willing to listen to me now?” he shouted into it after dialing a number. “Then stand the fuck down and let those women get out of there!”
“Oh!” he said a couple of seconds later. “NO! Do not follow them! I know exactly where they’re heading.”
He smashed the new phone on the ground. Agent Canizales gave him the phone she had been keeping in her back pocket.
“Director Smith is hell on phones when he’s stressed out,” Agent Hunter told us.
“We have a few minutes before the rest of your insane female posse gets here,” Director Smith told me. “I’m going to have a cigarette.”
“Are they federal agents?” Jenaveve asked, pointing to the bodies.
“They’re not with our agency,” Agent Canizales replied. “In fact, they’re not really with any agency.”
“But the jackets,” I said.
“The badge is the personal insignia of the Director of All Agencies,” Agent Hunter told me. “These were his personal guardsmen.”
“The Secret Police!” I gulped.
The two agents nodded.
“You did kill his worst enemy,” Agent Hunter said. “It made you his new worst enemy. Nothing stirs the pot like a new power player.”
“I’m a fucking high school kid,” I protested.
“Who walked into the lion’s den and cut the lion into a million pieces,” Agent Canizales said.
“I didn’t cut anybody!”
They shrugged and looked at each other.
“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Agent Hunter said. “I was wrong; you were right. A fucking WellSpring was born here.”
“I’ll be the leader,” Agent Canizales said in a very insistent voice.
“I’m first!” Agent Hunter replied.
“It wasn’t the deal, April.”
“It’s the deal now,” Agent Hunter said. “Come on, throw me a bone.”
Agent Canizales shrugged and nodded. We stood around in silence. A few minutes later, Julia Ann and her Coven arrived. Juliette saw the two federal agents.
“Stop,” I ordered when she charged them.
“We’re with him,” Agent Canizales told the MILF Coven. She was pointing at me!
I did not like the sound of it. “What?!?”
“Okay, ladies and kid.” Director Smith ground out his cigarette and walked up to us. “Congratulations, you’ve declared war on Clyde Tolson, the Director Of All Agencies.”
I felt a little sick in my stomach.
“Doesn’t that make him your boss?” Angela asked the Director.
“Yes,” he replied. “Unfortunately, we are not tasked with taking initiative.”
I frowned.
“I’m not really sure what the proper response is to all of this…” the Director gestured up and down the street. “I am going to have to personally report it to Director Tolson.”
He spun on his heels and headed towards the car.
“Tolson is a Lich,” Agent Canizales told me. “It’s going to take a lot more to kill him than Mr. Black.”
“Can you drop the shield for a second?” Agent Hunter asked Persephone.
Agent Hunter stepped in front of me when the redheaded girl nodded. The Agent stared into my eyes.
“This is to motivate you,” Agent Hunter said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss. A long, hard, wet kiss!
“You need to live,” Agent Hunter whispered against my lips. “I’m first in your pants. You need kill that maniac and live so you can fuck me senseless.”
The two agents turned around and followed their boss to the car. We watched them drive away.
“Did they really tell me to go kill a Federal Director?” I asked the women around me. “The Director of All Agencies!”
“I have to call my dad,” Persephone said. “You’re going to need the Brotherhood for this one.”
“Wait! Wait!” I yelled. “I’m not killing the most powerful man in the country. He fucking decided who was going to be the last six or seven presidents.”
“You either kill him or he kills you,” Julia Ann told me. “You killed the only man powerful enough to challenge Tolson. Your new federal girlfriends and their boss are not going to be able to keep that you’re a WellSpring a secret from Tolson for very long.”
“Two other WellSprings are Emperors,” Angela said. “The third might as well be. It’s going to put the fear of ALL into Tolson. He’ll have to kill you or everything could fall apart on him.”
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I screamed.
“We’re probably among the most powerful Covens in the country,” Angela told me. “And one of those Covens has only been together for a couple of weeks.”
“You destroyed the power balance, Michael,” Barbie said. “One of Tolson’s own Directors backed off from doing his sworn duty. The Lich has to kill you! Everyone in the country is going to agree though–better the devil that you don’t know than Clyde Tolson. If you kill him, we should be okay.”
“Shit!” I said. “Fucking shit! Shit! Shit!”
It wasn’t like I was the end all be all of damned Magic users. Fucking Source of Magic, my ass!
“I need a donut,” I said.
“I wouldn’t,” Julia Ann advised. “This is a very stressful situation. With your delicate stomach, it’ll be in and out.”
She had a point. In fact…
The most powerful, Magic and otherwise, man in the country wanted me dead. I walked to the school wall, put a hand against it, and hurled a lung out.
