“We should spank her pussy. Will you do the honors?” Stella asked her friend.
“Of course,” Clair said.
Clair whacked her labia, and the side of her palm connected with clit ring. Nari cried out in pain, and the sound woke up Margaret. Margaret silently looked on as the two witches tormented Nari’s pussy. Stella swatted Nari’s pierced clit also, but the well-trained Nari did not verbalize the pain this time. The rune stone shook violently. Now interrupted and alerted to the supernatural, the two supernaturally dim witches looked at Margaret. Finally, the eldest coven member, Margaret, spoke weakly, “Clair, I am under a clandestine curse,” through the transparent mask.
Clair rushed to her mother’s bedside, causing Nari to fall to the floor.
“What did you say?” Clair asked, holding the coven rune, a smooth-shaped obsidian necklace that hung around Clair’s neck. The rune signified a position in the coven akin to a Sargent of arms. It vibrated as it verified the curse.
“I had a dream, Clair. ‘Oni’ showed me the curse and how to defeat it,” Margaret said after pulling away the oxygen mask.
Oni, a seventeenth-century witch, was the coven spirit guide, and the witches often looked to her for guidance. Oni’s life had passed suddenly; she had remained among the coven to prevent others’ premature demise. The native stone, purportedly passed down from prehistory, also communicated with witches who were not seers of Oni. The all-girl sexual rituals performed on the flat granite slab in the forest sustained Oni’s presence in this realm. Sex acts are mighty spiritually and cause supernatural resonance.
“What must we do?” Clair asked.
“I must drink female ejaculate from a visitor from another land,” Margaret said.
“Would Nari qualify as from another land?” Clair asked, and the rune stone shook, signifying affirmative. Clair had not received the gift of visions her mother had. Stella, far too confused by science, was also never so gifted.
“She is weak, Nari, so you will hover above her face,” Stella ordered.
Nari climbed onto the hospital bed, squatting over and straddling Margaret’s face, careful not to hurt her in her weakened state. The bed was directly in front of the second-floor window, which thrilled exhibitionist Nari. Stella and Clair each steadied Nari holding an arm. Margaret extended her tongue weakly to help.
“Rub your clitoris, Nari,” Stella ordered.
Nari balancing unstably just above Margaret’s face, began to masturbate as expected in full view of the window. With her left hand, Stella holding Nari’s bicep, slapped Nari’s breast with her right palm. With the other bicep in her right hand, Clair hit Nari’s other nipple with her left. The excitement built in Nari, and she inched towards release. Margaret’s tongue tip just touched Nari’s opening, licking it gently.
Stella remembered her initiation into the Fold and how Margaret had licked her pussy on the ancient stone of the forest, consummating her membership. Margaret had been ‘Altar’ of the all-female coven at the time. Stella also remembered how, while in her own time as ‘Altar,’ she had initiated Clair similarly. The Altar is an elected position in the Fold with a sixty-two-moon term, about five years. Margaret had been vital to Stella’s success as Altar. A witch can only serve once and aged past her four-hundred and forty-sixth moon for eligibility, equivalent to thirty-six Gregorian years. Stella’s time as Altar had ended four years ago, and by default, Endora took the lead of the Fold. No other witch was age eligible.
Stella whacked Nari’s nipple roughly, and Clair did likewise to the other side. The pain sent Nari over the edge, and a stream of female ejaculation flowed into Margaret’s waiting mouth. Margaret drank what did not splash out of her open lips. The two women helped now weak and wobbly Nari off Margaret’s bed.
“Do you feel any different, Mother?” Clair asked.
“I feel something happening,” Margaret said.
The color was returning to Margaret’s face, and it seemed the curse broke.
“Who do you think cursed you, Margaret?” Stella asked.
“I do not know,” Margaret replied.
“Was it someone inside the Fold?” Clair asked.
“Time will tell; it was a double transducer curse. If it leaves the victim, it will curse the sender,” Margaret said.
Nari put her scrub top back on, and Stella and her left to see the last three patients. Nari was intrigued to find out more about the Fold.
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Meanwhile, precariously still exposed, Niles waited for the Ryle women to return to the vehicle. His penis twitched in rigid anticipation. His ears were sensitive to every noise in the parking area. Nervous sweat trickled down his back, while he feared one might soon be the siren of a police car that would haul him into custody. His arms, secured by Valerie’s brazier, could not cover his exposed member as it dripped excitedly.
Endora left, not wanting to be late for her appointment with her lover, Ronald, the local Judge. The Judge’s wife never missed church; this was their weekly time together. So far, Endora and Ronald’s affair was secret. Ronald, a warlock from another coven, an all-male unit referred to as a ‘Mob,’ was married to a faithful church-attending wife, who mistakenly trusted him without question. He coveted leading his Mob, and she ran hers but did not want to relinquish power as her term ended. Both were not above scheming politics or any other sinister means to achieve their goals, the clandestine power couple enabling one another. Sadly for them, Niles was unsuitable for their plan, but there would be another.
The Ryle’s returned to the car and quickly loaded the groceries. The three sped off as Niles told the two women what happened in the car park in their absence. “You have been a naughty boy; you deserve a spanking,” Nancy said gleefully.
After anxiously waiting for Nancy’s car, the vehicle finally turned into Niles’ driveway, and the twins rushed after it carrying a length of rope and a box holding strange bells. The twins do not even pause a second before they take charge.
“Hello, girls and Niles,” The supernaturally gifted yet cruel twins said in annoying unison.
“Hello, Tabitha and Agatha,” Nancy said. The Ryle women were less than thrilled to see the twins. They had hoped that the blackmail portion of the day had ended already, but they were not so fortunate. The video content still ensured their total obedience. The town would certainly ostracise the two women if it became public.
“Wait a minute before you unload the car while we ready Niles for our game. While waiting, you may as well take off your dresses,” Agatha said.
The twins helped the still-restrained Niles from the car. They lashed him to the front porch roof post to the left of the stairs. Once he was secured, they attached the triple-ringed cock ring bell around his cock and ball. It restrained his cock and balls at the same time. A cowbell hung under his testicles. They set up the game, balls smacking and car unloading. The Ryle women stood gloriously naked on the asphalt drive. The curved driveway hid them from the street, but anyone who came just thirty-five feet down the asphalt drive could see the porch.
“When you take a load of groceries to the kitchen, you must ring the bell on the way back to the SUV. You will make the bell sound by slapping Niles’ balls. Make sure Agatha can hear it from the kitchen,” Tabitha said.
Tabitha affixed similar nipple clamp cowbells to Nancy and Vivian’s breasts.
“What nice cows you two make,” Tabitha commented sinisterly.
Nancy and Vivian began unloading the food, and while descending the stairs on the way back, they each smacked Niles sack painfully, chiming the bell. Agatha went into the kitchen to put the stores away, and Tabitha stayed in the driveway to supervise how much they carried. She wanted to make sure the game lasted. When the two women returned to the car, Tabitha ordered, “Put your hands at your sides.”
Tabitha slapped their four combined breasts one after the other, ringing the smaller bells. The Ryle women reeled in pain, to Tabitha’s delight.
“I love this game,” Tabitha said.
She wished to make the cows pay for spending the night with Niles. When dropping the food in the kitchen, Agatha stopped them to ring the four bells. She, too, enjoyed slapping the cow’s tits. The second trip went the same Niles’ balls received punishment, as did Nancy and Vivian’s breasts. After three laps to the kitchen finished, Tabitha slapped the nipple clamp-bound breasts. Vivian and Nancy’s breasts were red with pain.
“This never gets old,” Tabitha said.
When the two Ryle females unloaded the all-wheel drive SUV, Agatha had safely organized the perishables. Agatha led Nancy and Vivian back onto the front porch. Agatha untethered Niles from the porch post but left his hands tied behind his back. Tabitha carried out another ancient carved box. They joined hands over the container and said, “Oni chooses who she will; may the rite shafts impale their fold and reveal what allegiance they truly hold,”
Abigail opened the box to reveal two enchanted, highly polished clear quartz dildos. The centuries-old crystal phalluses designed to stand independently were placed upright six feet apart on the porch deck. Agatha pulled a modern suction-cupped dildo out of the house, which she affixed to the porch floor between the other two fake dicks. Agatha poured enchanted oil over the three artificial male tools. The twins incanted something in Latin.
“Squat over the evaluation phalluses, and they will assess your pussies worthiness,” the twins ordered.
They helped Niles to the modern dildo and forced him onto it. It parted his tight ass, causing him pain as they steadied him. His arms were still bra-bound behind his back, and he could not resist. Niles felt the familiar humiliation as He endured the witch’s anal sublimation again. The crystal dildos could be trusted to determine if the Ryle women could join the Fold. While the three survived impaling themselves on the fake sausages, Mrs. Bancroft, the local egg farmer, drove up to the porch in her Jeep. She lived half a mile up the road on her family’s farm. Like all local women, she was attractive; not one Niles had met rated under an eight in his assessment. Gloria was a solid nine. Gloria was an officer of the Fold and kept the regalia of the rituals.
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