Part 1 The Power Trip

It was, in retrospect, bound to happen at some time. The spell had sat in plain view for hundreds of years. The page on which it was written had the most elaborate calligraphy and gilding of any of the others in the grimoir, and so when the ancient tome traveled from city to city in museums all over the world, it was always on that page that the curators had open for display.

The book was part of a larger exhibit of medieval illustrations and was itself just a minor piece. Nonetheless, thousands of people passed by its case and oohed and aahed at its artistry and one would have thought, in all that time, that someone with the forbidden ability would have looked past the intricate illustrations and seen the actual words for what they were: a spell of power.

But, museum to museum, city to city, year to year, people looked on in oblivion and the power slept. In 1939, during the chaos of the early stages of World War II, the train the exhibit was traveling on was bombed and looted. The book disappeared.

* * *

Germany, 1998

Udo Von Reich sat alone in his study. The heavy drapes on the windows were drawn and he had bolted the door to prevent intrusion. A low-wattage bulb in an heirloom lamp provided the only light as he contemplated his latest acquisition.

An antiquarian by trade, Udo had found himself drawn to the occult as a young man when he had purchased his first book of spells in an estate sale. There was not much real power or spells in that book, but to Udo, it was a direct portal to the past, offering a glimpse into a history that was not taught in the schools of his youth.

His curiosity inflamed, he began seeking out more and more of the ancient texts, though never in all of his attempts did he make so much as a minor cantrip work. The German youth's interest in magic attracted the attention of a member of a German society of witches and warlocks and Udo was initiated and given proper instruction in the black arts. While his scholarly aptitude lent well to memorizing long spells and understanding the complicated mechanics involved in the theory and practice of magic, he himself was found to be lacking in innate ability. Only the simplest spells were available to him without the aid of another warlock.

Still, Udo had his uses, and remained in the society as historian. Indeed, his knowledge and help were often crucial in the research of old spells or the creation of new ones. However, as the years went past and Udo passed from youth to middle-age, his hunger for power, real power grew strong.

The antiquarian became quietly jealous of his fellow warlocks and witches and the trappings their power endowed them. Though they were careful to be circumspect in public, fearing persecution, in private amongst each other, the displays of wealth and luxury could at times get excessive and boastful. Many wore rich clothing adorned with expensive jewelry, others called forth sprites and imps to act as servants, and Baron Von Staaten, the head of their society, often paraded the beautiful young women of his "retinue."

Von Staaten was the man that Udo most respected and envied. The tall, imposing baron had everything in life that the antiquarian had always sought: respect, women, and wealth. He was also quite the most powerful warlock in all of Germany, and that Udo lusted after even more.

Udo Von Reich was a mere *pawn* in the other warlocks' eyes, but that would soon change. He had kept up his antiques business, focusing mostly on rare and valuable books, and that had providentially taken him to an estate sale, not unlike that first estate sale so long ago. This event took place in home of a once-prosperous family in the German countryside outside of Heidelberg. The book had been the only thing of personal interest that Udo had seen from the home of the late Dieter Uberhoff; the other dealers were more interested in the artwork that was speculated to have been wartime booty hoarded and hidden by Uberhoff for the past fifty-plus years.

Udo had of course recognized it immediately as a spell book, but even he was ready to abandon it as pure gibberish and fraudulent until his eye was caught by an arresting woodcut. It was quite intricate and depicted a large man wearing only a cloak and a mask, surrounded by a nimbus of light. At his feet lay a naked woman tied spread-eagled to a pentagram. The woman's eyes were closed and her mouth was open in an "O." A dotted line had been drawn from the man's erect and monstrous member straight to her comically-gaping vagina. Words were inscribed in a strange tongue at the perimeter of the pentagram and Udo slowly recognized them as real words of power. He quickly glanced through the spell on the accompanying page and sucked in a quick breath of air. This book was not like so many others he had found over the years, misguided or uninformed studies written by mediaeval scholars or hoaxes written by charlatans: it was genuine, and it was powerful.

Udo was the only bidder for the book and took it home for little more than thirty marks. He would have paid more, much more, even to the point of bankrupting himself, but no one else saw it as anything more than a poor example of thirteenth-century illumination.

And now he sat in his study, carefully going through the book, word for word. Most of it was in French, a poor language for magic and thus seldom used by real magicians in their writing. This is what had caused the antiquarian to initially dismiss the book. But the words in the wood-cut were in an obscure language older than the Roman Empire and preserved and used only most knowledgeable of practitioners of the black arts. This is what had sent Udo's heart racing and alerted him to the grimoir's potential. The text that accompanied the strange picture was also written in the same language. Of all of the members of his society, none was more fluent in the Forbidden Language then himself, but even Udo struggled through the spell, and the book, for the better part of two months, but now the doors to perception were opening up.

"It *is* a spell!" gasped Udo Von Reich in wonder. He read the passage again in agitated excitement, eager to re-assure himself he was correct. If he was, then this was an ancient and long-forgotten spell that allowed for the permanent transference of magical power from one person to another. Udo had, on occasion in the past, joined with another practitioner to meld his knowledge and their power to cast spells that neither would have been capable of alone. And always, after the incantation was complete, the antiquarian tried to hold onto the fading residues of his partner's power. But that power was always temporary, and the opportunities were rare.

But the writer of this grimoir, a mage of awesome intellect and ability, Udo surmised, had discovered a way to drain the magic from a witch and add it to his own.

As the implications of his discovery raced though his brain, Udo Von Reich sat back in his chair and planned for his future, a very bright future.

***

Betina waited a bit impatiently for Udo to return. The young German woman crossed over the study to a chair and plopped herself in it. She wasn't sure why she was there, other than the antiquarian had requested her help with a spell.

A witch herself, she had initially been placed under Udo's tutelage when she had first been discovered and admitted to the Society. That lasted only a few weeks, however, until Von Staaten was struck by the beauty of the young witch and made her his "special" pupil.

Although she kind of liked Udo, Betina quickly gauged her talent, and therefor her position in the society when she finished her training, to be much higher than the bookish old man's would ever be. Still, it never hurt to humor those beneath her, and it was said that his knowledge was truly astounding and she had some plans of her own for that knowledge.

"Ah, there you are, Betina!"

Udo Von Reich strode in to the room with unusual vigor and his eyes were alight with excitement. He was really not so old, the comely witch reconsidered, younger than her own father perhaps, though easily twice her own age of 22. A great black cape was draped over his thin frame and a silver-trimmed cowl was pulled over his head, though she could clearly see his face.

"Herr Reich, you know I am more than happy to help my first teacher," Betina paused and shrugged off a slight chill that reached down her spine; she was used to men ogling her firm, trim body and generous breasts, but for a second, Udo frightened her. The witch caught a momentary glimpse of a hunger so deep and strong in the warlock's eyes that went far beyond carnality, but then it was gone. She shook her head, figuring she was imagining things, and continued. "I am happy to help, but you have been very mysterious today. What kind of spell are you working on? I insist on knowing."

"You insist?" The warlock looked amused. "But of course you do. No good witch worthy of the name would ever lend their power to an endeavor without knowing the reason.

"As you may be aware, I am constantly on the search for new spells and knowledge to aid the Society." Betina nodded. "Recently, I have come across a very old grimoir with some very interesting variations on some spells which I have never considered, let alone seen, before. But before I present my findings to Von Staaten and the others, I would like to try out one of the simpler spells to see if they truly work."

"Is that why you asked me not to tell anyone of this?" Betina found herself getting caught up in the mystery of the event. It was her love of secrets and forbidden knowledge that had first placed her on the path of the occult. Already, she was seeking a way to turn this to her advantage. If the spell worked and the grimoir genuine, perhaps there would be a way to convince Udo to keep the secret from the society a little longer. It would definitely be worth it to share her power with Udo more, or even let him fuck her, if it gave her access to power not available to the others in the society. Betina was ambitious and saw herself one day ruling the Society, not as Von Staaten's mistress, but outright, as **head witch.***

"Good, yes, that is exactly why I have asked you not to speak to anyone, not even your teacher, Von Staaten. I have copied the spell for you here." Udo handed her a parchment with the spell meticulously transcribed onto it. "As you can see, most of the spell is written in the Forbidden Language. Please, feel free to examine and study the spell while I make my final preparations."

Udo noted the slight downcast look in Betina's eyes when he mentioned "Forbidden Language" and inwardly gloated. He had taken much time in the choosing of an "assistant" for this spell and it was looking more and more as if he had chosen wisely. Betina, though very strong in raw talent, was a young and inexperienced witch. A more mature witch would have asked more questions about the nature of the spell and would have taken precautions and placed certain restrictions on Udo. They also, of course, would have known instantly what the warlock was up to as soon as they read the spell. But the buxom Betina was in the care of Von Staaten and Udo was certain that most of the baron's instruction took place in the bedroom. He was fairly certain she would be unable to read much, if any, of the Forbidden Language. And that was the key for this particular spell, for if she had any inkling what the spell entailed, she would use her power to strike him down.

No, this particular spell was one that no witch would participate, at least not willingly. For this spell, one of Power Transference, worked in a hideous and repugnant way. As far as Udo could tell, the writer of the grimoir was one Niklos The Mad, a Greek necromancer who had lived in Constantinople. But though he was an extremely powerful mage, it was for his intense interests in torture and sexual perversions that Niklos was known as "The Mad" and he very well could have been an inspiration for the Marquis de Sade. The Grimoir was the necromancer's manifesto, detailing his research into combining all of his loves into one, creating what he called "Arcanum Carnum": Sex Magic.

The particular spell that Udo would cast on this night would violently tear away from Betina all of her magical talent and pour it into Udo. But in addition to the spoken word part of the incantation, the spell also called for, as written in the Forbidden Language, a sacrifice and the physical joining of the two magic-users. Betina herself would be the sacrifice. . .

Udo watched the girl closely as she struggled through the parchment, then set it down on her lap and look up at him expectantly.

"I'm ready when you are, Master Von Reich."

"You have no questions?"

"No sir; should I?" She said this rhetorically and Betina put on a bored looked.

*She's trying to show me this is all routine for her! Excellent.* The warlock had counted on the young witch's pride to keep her from admitting her studies, and knowledge of the Forbidden Language, were not where they should be. As Udo would be taking the lead in casting the spell, it was not required that Betina actually understand what she was reading, only that she could pronounce aloud correctly. And as she would merely be repeating the lines after he said them, he had no doubts about her being able to that much.

"Not at all, Fraulein, I just wanted to make sure you understood what we were doing. But then, I'm sure you found the spell self explanatory, ja?"

Betina assumed a haughty cast to her features and impatiently nodded her head. "I am ready to begin, Herr Udo, when you are."

"Very well. I shall then light the candles," Udo paused and gestured negligently with his hand and the candles at each point of the large Pentagram carved into the stone floor, as well as those in the circle surrounding it, leapt alight with small but steady flames. It was a minor trick for Betina and other sorcerers, but it was all Udo could do not to gasp for breath and break out in a sweat. This was the limit of his own innate power, but not for long. . . "and we shall step inside to begin. After you."

Together, the two entered the pentagram and stood facing each other, only a few feet separating them. Udo held aloft a dimly glowing orb of silver inlaid with pearl and Betina reached out to place her own hand atop it. The ball, which Udo used as the focus for their combined magic, flared brightly as the witch and the warlock began their incantation.

Three times they recited the spell and it seemed as if the air grew heavy and pressed the two down. Betina wondered how many times they would recite the spell before it worked, or what would happen if did. She cursed her inability to read half of the spell, but felt she had cleverly disguised that fact from Udo. After all, she only had to repeat the words and lend her talent to the spell.

The young witch looked past the orb and at Udo's face and nearly lost her place in the spell. The warlock's eyes glowed bright, burning with a fire that was their own and not a reflection from the shining sphere they held between them. An even brighter light was emanating from beneath the heavy black cape he wore and Betina looked down, to where the light seemed brightest.

Betina tried to scream, to stop the spell, to stop the source of the light, but her mouth, her voice, refused to respond to her and she continued reciting the spell and her eyes were locked on the terrifying sight. The bright light, she realized with sick feeling that struck to the core of her being, was emanating from Udo's area and she saw now that the warlock was naked underneath his heavy cloak.

Unable to stop herself from chanting, Betina released her hold on the orb in an attempt to end the spell. But this too was to no avail and the helpless witch realized that she had somehow been tricked; Udo no longer needed the orb as she was the only one casting the spell. Over and over she repeated the unknown words and watched as Udo's cock grew larger and burned brighter with an evil green light.

Too late, Betina tried to run, but Udo was quicker. With cat-like reflexes, he struck out and grabbed her by the bodice of her gown and brought her close to his body. The witch struggled to get away and the silken material ripped, exposing her firm breasts, but Udo had already grabbed her blond hair with his other hand.

"You are mine now, stupid cunt." Udo growled at her. With violent savagery, the warlock brought Betina's head close and covered her mouth with his own. There was much passion in the kiss, but no pleasure and even still Betina was forced to continue chanting. "Would that I did not need for you to continue casting the spell, little witch, for I have so many other uses for the tart mouth of yours. But I have more pressing needs now.

"A piece of advice, Betina: Never cast a spell you cannot read or do not understand. But then, I guess you will never have the chance again."

Betina stared at him in horror and her body, limp with fear and defeat, sagged against Udo's. The rampant hardness of the glowing cock presses against her pubis and Betina would have given anything to have been able to scream at that point.

"You see, my dear, this spell you are so helpfully casting for me will allow me to steal all you powers. Soon this magnificent cock you are empowering will be ready and I will use it to rape you. Each time you climax, a part of your power becomes mine until you are drained I will have what I should have had from the first!"

*He's gone mad, truly mad!* Betinaís mind raced with the horror of his words. *Can he do this, can he really do this? What will happen to me?*

"No longer will I need to beg others for help with my spells, ingratiating myself to them" Udo continued and seemed to have temporarily forgotten the half-naked witch dangling in his arms. "No more will I have to endure their mocking eyes or watch them taunt me with the excesses of their power. I will show them what real power is, what it means to be a Warlock. Even your precious Baron Von Staaten will tremble before me!"

Udo paused and looked down upon himself, and then at Betina. "It is time." The warlock reached a hand upwards to the ceiling and spoke a few words under his breath. Manacles, linked to heavy black chains, swung into view and rested in his palm. Taking first one of her hands, then the other, he fastened the manacles to her wrists, then released the young witch and stepped back.

Her fear having sapped the strength from her limbs, Betina fell to her knees and was held up only by her wrists, spread as far as her arms would reach above the level of her bowed head. Two more chains were summoned and she felt the cold bite of iron around her ankles. The young witch looked up and saw a large square traced in the stone ceiling with silver. it was maybe twenty feet to each side and placed directly above the pentagram in which the two sorcerers stood. Each end of a chain bolted into a corner of the mystical square.

The warlock, his cape now pushed all the way behind him, revealing his entire nude body and monstrous cock, gestured one more time and the ankle manacles began to retract back into the ceiling, pulling Betina's legs out from underneath her and then up into the air. She continued to rise till her legs, spread wide and taut, were of an equal height to her arms. Betina's entire body now hung suspended on an even plane about waist high for Udo. Her torn dress hung in tatters from her tensed midriff.

Betina's limbs protested their cruel torture as gravity tried to pull her frame down while the chains stretched her up. The intense pain overrode her previous fear and the young witch tried to clear her mind. She tried to ignore her torturerís hands on her body, feeling up her breasts and tweaking her nipples, erect from fear and adrenaline. Fear gave way to anger, though, when Udo grabbed her dress and finished the job he had already started, tearing it in twain so that it fell to the stone floor. Betina had chosen not to wear panties under her ceremonial robe, so now her sweat-slick body lay exposed to the warlock's view. *How dare this puny little man violate me like this!*

Betina felt Udo's hand travel down her stomach and stop at the valley between her legs, his fingers dancing on the shaved skin. A red and yellow tattoo of a family crest was inscribed above her slit. The warlock saw this and grinned.

"Tell me, pretty one, did you welcome Von Staaten's sigil when he placed it on your pussy, or am I not the first to claim you against your will." Betina, still chanting, could not answer him, but he must have seen her shame in her eyes for he nodded once and smiled again. Udo and Niklos were not the only ones to practice sex magic, but Von Staaten had only used his to ensure Betina's compliancy.

"This is all well and good, but I grow tired of these games and I am impatient to have what should be rightfully mine."

Udo stood between the captive witch's legs and she felt his cock brush against the lips of her pussy. It glowed with a flickering variation of green, blue, and yellow lights just under its translucent skin. It had grown larger than the baron's cock, but more unnerving than its length was its thickness, nearly that of a beer bottle. The head of the warlock's cock looked to her like a plum. In spite of her fear and anger at the oncoming rape, Betina felt an unwelcome arousal heat up between her legs and her cunt moisten and open in anticipation.

Without further preamble, Betina felt the warlock's shaft part her nether lips and, after a slight pause, ram into her defenseless pussy. The witch pulled on her chains and arched her back in pain as the firebrand of Udo's lust pierced her to the core.

The Warlock pulled himself out a little bit before thrusting into the Betina again, then again and again. Each time Udo pushed into her womb, his monstrous cock slipped further in. The witch began tensing and relaxing her body in time to Udo's motion as a means to deal with the pain, but finally the stroke came and she felt his hairy sack bounce against her firm ass and she realized she was really thrusting up to meet him. Her body was enjoying its defilement even if her mind wasn't and the arousal that had centered in her belly spread throughout her like a wild fire.

Fighting her body's reaction as strongly as she was, Betina was nearly caught by surprise by her first orgasm. Small as it was, it signaled that the warlock was winning the battle for her body.

"Yes! I can feel it, the power is in me. . ."

Betina opened her eyes and saw that the strange light was now surrounding Udo. He continued thrusting and the witch came again. This time it was stronger and she watched the evil halo grow brighter around her tormentor. *He's draining me dry!" She could feel her power ebb and she became nearly mindless with the combined pleasure and despair.

* * *

Udo wanted to cry out with triumph as he felt the power swell inside of him with the bitch's latest climax. he had wondered, before he had begun the spell, if he could last until after his captive had orgasmed the last of her power away, and if his own climax would end the spell. He knew now he need not worry. Though he felt the tightening in his balls begin and the caress of Betina's tight cunt was indescribable, the warlock felt like he could keep this up forever and only come when he himself wanted to.

Stretching forth his hands, Udo began to knead the comely young witch's breasts. They were as perfect as he had imagined and the little pink nips stood up begging for his attention. He slowed up his motion, going for slow, deep thrusts while he leaned forward and brought a tit to his lips and began sucking. The warlock had just taken the nipple between his teeth and pulling up when he saw Betina struggle to bring her head up to look at him. Udo saw in her eyes a mixture of fear, pain, pleasure, questioning, and hopelessness. Then, her misty blue eyes clouded over and rolled back and her head dropped.

Momentarily frightened that she had died before he could finish draining her power, he stopped his violation of her and grabbed her hair to bring her face back up to his. Udo sighed in relief. Though her voice had gone hoarse long ago from the constant chanting, her mouth moved still, endlessly repeating the same formula he had given her. Her eyes, though, were dead and only her body showed signs of life as she continued to mindlessly hump against his cock still buried deep in her pussy.

Satisfied that she was still of use to him, he resumed their drawn-out love making. Soon the green glow around the warlock rivaled the sun in its brightness and he knew the girl had only a little more to give him.

*One last orgasm, my dear* he murmured to himself. *One more, and the spell will be complete.* He finally acknowledged his own penned-up need for release and prepared himself to come when she did. Having so much of Betina's essence in himself, Udo could read her body's responses now as well his own and it was not long before he knew she was ready.

Her pussy clamped tightly down on his engorged cock and then both sorcerers orgasmed, Betina, for the last time, and Udo for the first as he flooded her womb with his glowing green jism. He stayed that way for a while, his back arched, pelvis still thrust into hers, the head of his cock pressed against her cervix, caught up in the rapture, not just of his sexual release, but of the totality of the young witch's magical power now coursing through *his* veins. No longer would all of the knowledge and theory contained in his brain be wasted! Now he had power to rival most others; only a few in the society had more.

The empowered warlock disengaged from his captive and he noticed that his cock, no longer glowing, was coated not only in the witch's fluid, but also some blood. Udo reached forth his right hand and traced something on the smooth skin just above her open slit, then snapped his fingers. The manacles holding her up opened and released her and she fell, bonelessly, to the stone floor.

For just a moment, Udo stood thus over the comatose witch, his heavy cloak and hood once again hiding most of body in contrast to the nude form at his feet, her now silent mouth gaping slack on her ashen face to mimic that other mouth of hers, between her silken thighs, which, so cruelly stretched just moments before, still lay obscenely open.

Then the moment was gone and Udo walked away, knowing without having to see that Von Staaten's tattoo no longer marked Betina's bald pussy; in its place, standing pat in black and vibrant silver, was the image from the woodcut that first attracted the warlockís attention to Niklo's Grimoir.

Part 2 The Taking of Tessa

Udo finished chanting the spell and looked out in undisguised glee as a sphere of pitch black opened up in front of him, hanging in mid-air. The spell for opening a void pocket was only a moderate one, but in the past it had been beyond the warlock's abilities. Now he had opened it with ease and his mind cried out in joy that he finally had the power to match his vaunted knowledge.

Another spell had helped him pack up all of his books, research, and prized possessions and these he now moved into the void pocket. Udo could, from anyplace and at any time, access the pocket and retrieve his things.

The necessity of these actions was his own fault, of course. Udo cursed his foolish spontaneity in altering the mark on Betina's pelvis. Now Von Staaten would know that something was up, as he would have felt his territorial claim changing hands. Udo knew it wouldn't take long for the formidable warlock to trace the action back to him, and he was not yet prepared to take on the whole Council yet.

Udo had quickly decided it was time to visit America and build up his strength there. His many years of research had uncovered numerous contacts all over the world, other witches and sorcerers, some not even Von Staaten and the Council was aware of.

Udo knew of one witch in Boston who had been invaluable to him in studying the history of witchcraft in the states, sifting through what was fact and what was fiction in such cases as Salem and other stories. An unexpected trip there would not be counted un-amiss and he would be able to hide from the Council until he was ready.

The warlock finished his preparations and then strengthened the wards and alarms that protected his family's ancestral home. There was no way they would prevent the Council from entering the house, but it would be difficult and could help buy Udo some time.

Invoking his newfound power, Udo opened another portal, this one shimmering with light, and quickly entered. There were many ways available to sorcerers to travel, everything from flying to teleportation, but they all had their weakness as well as their strengths. Flying to Boston from Germany would be extremely tiring and time-consuming and teleportation required an exact knowledge of the location to which you were traveling.

Udo, instead, choose this time to travel via limbo. Limbo was a kind of magical "other place" that defied conventional description or comprehension and never seemed to look quite the same from one visit to the next. Debate had raged for several millennia as to the nature or origin of limbo, but at the moment, none of that mattered to Udo. What did concern him was that in several places, real space/earth connected to limbo and gateways from the two could be found in these locations. Udo had discovered one of these "gateways" in Salem during his research and conversation with Sandra, the witch in Boston. This fact had been uppermost in his mind when he decided to visit her first.

Purposefully striding forward through the magical ether of Limbo, Udo headed in the direction of the gateway. Time and space meant little in this plane of existence and the warlock soon found the bridge to Salem, Massachusetts. Udo had long speculated on its existence here, wondering if it predated the witches who made the town infamous, drawing them to it? Or maybe it was the presence of the witches themselves, practicing their arcane arts over time that had weakened the barriers between one plane and the other.

Soon, the gateway loomed in front of him and the Warlock stepped through it. Let the council search for him all they wanted back in Germany; America was his to conquer.

****

Udo paid the cab driver and stood in front of Sandra's house. He had rehearsed Niklos' spell on the train to Boston and sketched out the rudiments of his plans. After taking Sandra, he would use her to entice the other witches of her coven into his trap. Once he had their power, he would be sufficiently strong to at least defend himself against Von Staaten, but not to press it to his advantage. He had received the impression that Sandra and her friends were not all that powerful, certainly not in Betina's (and now his own) league. Udo was aware of other, strong sorceresses in America that he would challenge when he felt up to it.

Still, first things first. Udo walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. After several moments, the door was opened by young teen-aged girl, who looked out at him with a mixture of suspicion and boredom.

"Yeah? Can I help you?" The girl paused chewing her bubble gum long enough to ask her question, then brushed a stray lock of strawberry blond hair out of her face.

"Hello, I'm looking for Sandra Greeley. Is she home?" Udo gazed down at the lovely vision in front of him and managed to hide his delight. He had forgotten that the witch had a daughter and wondered if she too was a witch, or knew her mother's secret. The girl's name danced on the tip of his tongue as he tried to recall Sandra mentioning her.

"Tessa! You are Tessa, no?" The teen nodded, curiosity starting to overcome any boredom with the strange man at the door. "I am Udo Von Reich, a friend of your mother's from Germany. I met her several years ago when I was researching Salem."

"Oooh, the witches, right?" Tessa was clearly interested in Udo now and loosened her grip on the door, allowing it to open further. "Mom's not home now, but she'll be back in a few hours. So what are you, a writer or something?"

"No, not quite, just someone who has a personal interest in the subject. I am sorry to just drop by, but I am in Boston on business and thought I would see your mother while I had some time to kill, as you Americans put it. I do not know if I will be able to wait for her to return." Udo paused, as if he was considering something and just had an idea. "Tessa, do you think your mother would mind if I used your phone? I would like to find out how much time I have left here."

Tessa seemed a little torn; she was clearly interested in the topic of witches, but Udo was still a stranger. Finally though, with a great sigh and a shrug, she let him in and led him to the kitchen.

It was a hot and humid summer day in Boston and the teen was dressed for the weather. She was wearing a light cotton T-shirt and a pair of short shorts. Udo watched as the material clung a bit damply to her trim young body, emphasizing clearly the firm, rounded halves of her cute butt, as he followed her through the house. Her perky breasts, which showed hints of developing into the magnificent bosom of her mother, had been already committed to Udo's memory from the doorway.

"Here you go" They stopped in the kitchen and Tessa handed the warlock a cordless phone that had been lying on the counter. Udo pretended to dial up a number, then hung up after a moment.

"Their line is busy. Do you mind if I wait a few moments, and then try again?"

"Uh, sure, no problem, I guess. Can I get you something to drink?"

Udo nodded yes and watched the girl open the fridge. She bent over at the waist to retrieve a diet coke, and Udo wondered if the wonderful display of ass flesh was for his benefit, or merely accidental.

"We've got coke, diet coke, or ice water." She reported back to him as she popped open her own can of soda.

"Coke, please, that would be fine." Again, the girl bent over, even deeper this time as the coke was apparently further in the depths of the fridge, and Udo could hardly restrain himself as he watched the shorts ride up her ass cheeks, revealing their tanned bounty to him.

Udo was still wondering if she was a witch herself when Tessa handed him the cold drink, and for a second, when their hands made contact, he felt an electric current jump between them.

"You - you're a witch too!" Tessa looked stunned at the man. "I mean, a warlock, I guess, right?" There was a look of cautious fear in her eyes now, and Udo tread gently forward.

"Well, just a minor warlock, actually. I'm not very powerful, but I am in a society of sorcerers in Germany. I am their historian, more a librarian, actually."

"Is that why you were interested in Salem? And the witches?" Udo had spent so many years acting the harmless researcher that he had no trouble convincing Tessa of the same and she was already visibly loosening up again in his presence. But Udo was overjoyed. She was a witch, and although he had no idea how strong, he knew now that he had to take her, along with her mother.

"How long have you been studying witchcraft with Sandra?"

Magic was clearly a topic that excited the teen, so much so that Tessa didn't notice the gleam burning in Udo's eyes as he watched her.

"Mom's taught me all my life, little things here and there, but I guess I didn't know we were witches or that we were different from other people till I was thirteen."

"Why? What happened then?" Udo knew the answer, but he let the girl talk about herself as a way to relax her and lull her suspicions away.

"I had my. . .I mean, I started puberty," Tessa blushed prettily and the warlock noticed for the first time the light dusting of freckles on her cherubic face. "So mom had me put on this white robe and blindfolded me and had me wait. I must have waited a while because I fell asleep and when I woke up, I was in the basement surrounded by mom and her friends, and they were in white robes too and there was a pentagram on the floor and they had a ceremony welcoming me into their coven."

Udo waited for the girl to pause and when she took a breath he cut in with another question. "This pentagram, it was in your basement?"

Tessa nodded and took a gulp from her soda.

"Is it still there?"

"Sure, we work there all the time, D'ya wanna see it? Maybe you could help me with studies-mom's teaching me the Forbidden Language and but its pretty hard. Do you know it?" Tessa looked up at Udo with wide-eyed anticipation and smiled unrestrainedly when he told her none knew it better.

The pretty teen practically dragged him downstairs to show him where her mother and herself worked their magic. Udo could not believe his fortune at how easy this was all turning out, or how trusting the innocent girl was with a total stranger. He knew her mother, Sandra, to be a very peaceful, gentle soul who sought out harmony with nature as the focus of her witchcraft, but that did not excuse being blind to the dangers of the world or sorcery. And now she and her blossoming daughter would pay for this mistake.

Unlike the cold stone and damp air of Udo's own study back in Germany, Sandra's basement was pleasant and feminine. The room was painted in soft, muted colors and prints of Monet's "Waterlillies" hung on the walls. Candles were every where, already lit and cheerfully flickering, and in one corner stood a stone fountain with flowing water, surrounded by an astonishing variety of green and flowering plants. Tessa explained that witches in the city were forced to bring the forest with them and nourished the flora magically.

But of most interest to Udo was the pentagram, and he was grateful for its presence. While thanks to Betina he was now strong enough to cast the transference spell without such crutches as candles and pentagram, he saw no point in wasting his strength unnecessarily - he had no idea just how powerful young Tessa was, and there would still be Sandra to deal with when she returned home.

"So, what do you think?" Tessa was clearly looking for the German's approval and was delighted when Udo smiled at her.

"It is perfect, little one, just perfect. Thank you for showing it to me." Udo casually walked toward the fountain, but stopped as he passed the far edge of the pentagram. "So, a favor for a favor, as they say. You showed me this wonderful room, and now I will help you with the Forbidden Language."

Udo beckoned for the young witch to come forward and when she did, entering the center of the pentagram, he spoke a few words in the ancient tongue.

"Seventeen . . .I'll be eighteen next June" Tessa answered quickly and smiled again.

"Really, just seventeen? You seem so much younger," said Udo, surprised. *Though your body is definitely mature enough,* he added to himself. "Please, though, answer only in the Forbidden Language."

Tessa nodded meekly at the rebuke, but complied promptly as he again tested her knowledge. They continued this give and take for nearly a quarter hour, and Udo enjoyed his pupil's unsuspected quick intelligence and knowledge. Sandra was a wonderful instructor, it turned out, and Udo could find no fault in one so young. She had tremendous potential and the warlock almost regretted having to rip it all away from her. Almost, but not quite.

The warlock looked at his watch and feigned a look of sad disappointment. "Tessa," he addressed the girl in a fond tone, "It has been a delight meeting you, but I really don't think I can stay any longer."

"Oh please, just a few minutes more. I'm sure mom will be home soon and I know she will want to see you."

"Oh, I don't know, I don't think I can afford to."

"But I'm having so much fun! Just two more questions, really good ones, in the old language, and if mom isn't here by then, I'll let you go. I promise." Tessa put as much sincerity into her voice as she could and begged him with her big, green eyes.

"Very well, two more lessons, and then I go." Udo smiled at the girl and she clapped and gave a girlish laugh. This was exactly what the warlock had desired to happen and he took a moment to verify he knew the exact words he wanted to use.

When he began to speak again, it was in a slow deliberate manner without any tonal variations and went on longer than he had done previously. Tessa concentrated, listening to every word, but many were unfamiliar to her. She was amazed that he was still talking, but she began losing track of what was being said. She shook herself mentally, this was no time for woolgathering, and something warned her this was important. *This is wrong!* the witch told herself, but she had no idea what was wrong about it. Tessa knew that she should be alarmed, but found that she couldn't make herself care about this fact.

Udo smiled as he saw the young girl's eyes lose focus and stare off into space. The spell used was one of his own devising and temporarily obliterated any chance of coherent thought. The warlock knew that the more Tessa attempted to concentrate on what was going on, the more disoriented she would become, until the young witch was incapacitated with confusion. This would allow Udo to continue on with Niklos the Mad's spell of Transference without any problems from Tessa. She may know what he was doing to her, but she would be incapable of retaliating with her own magic, much less plan a way to escape.

Udo quickly undressed, tossing his clothes in heap outside of the pentagram, all the while eyeing the trembling girl. When he finished, he placed his hands on Tessa's shoulders and pressed down.

"Kneel, Tessa, kneel"

Tessa heard the command to kneel repeat again and again in her head. There were so many random thoughts floating around in her head, one replacing the other as soon as it appeared, that her mind was incapable of discriminating from where the thought came. In this way, Udo knew, simple, short commands could be given to the subject. By sheer repetition, Tessa would eventually accept it as her own idea, the only idea that would be able to remain in her mind for longer than a second.

"Tessa, kneel . . .kneel . . .kneel." Slowly, Udo felt the girl allow him to push her to her knees; her face now only inches from the warlock's awakening cock. His hands now placed on her head, he guided Tessa's lips to the tip of his manhood.

"Suck, Tessa, suck." Grateful for any kind of direction, the young witch responded to the new command quicker than the last one and soon Udo felt her soft lips envelop him. He pushed her head so that more of his cock entered her mouth, and then she began to suck.

Power. Sex. Luxury. This is what he had worked so hard for all these years, toiling in obscurity! And now he stood here with a young girl under his spell at his feet, servicing his sexual needs in much the same way he had always imagined Baron Von Staaten used his retinue of servants and students, like Betina.

This realization of his dreams invigorated him but soon he found Tessa's monotonous sucking to be actually boring. There was nothing erotic in the way the young teen sucked on his cock. As if she were sucking on a bottle. He pushed her away in disgust.

This was simply wasting time anyway. He was here for her power; later there would be time to find students to "train." Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't going to be enjoying himself in a few minutes. Udo stepped behind the still-kneeling teen. Tessa offered no resistance as he pulled her T-shirt up and over her head and then tossed it onto the pile of his own clothes. She wasn't wearing a bra and Udo reached around the teen to feel her perky tits. Each was slightly more than a handful, but firm and round and the warlock pinched her nipples till they hardened under his touch. Udo's hot breath preceded his mouth on her neck as he began to nuzzle, then moved up a little as he nibbled on her ears.

He could feel Tessa's body responding to him, if a little slowly, but Udo could tell that mentally the girl was barely aware of him at all and he again chastised his own foolishness. He would have preferred her willing participation, but that was a mere technicality to him. With rough movements, Udo shoved the witch's face to the ground and spread her kneeling legs.

Tessa's cherry young ass now thrust up proudly into the air, her hot pants the only thing between Udo and her vulnerable pussy. An inarticulate rage coursed suddenly through the warlock and he began chanting the ancient spell in a throaty growl. Using his own power this time to work the spell, instead of Betina's, its effect came on quicker and more pronounced. His already hard cock grew again to monstrous proportions as it pulsed with an evil green glow.

Udo vented his anger and frustration in loud howl, and then tore off the immobile teen's last piece of clothing. A small portion of Udo's mind registered the fact that his hands also seemed to glow and appeared to be misshapen, as if he had claws, but then his nose caught scent of Tessa's pussy. All of the warlock's attention became focused on the sight of Tessa's young twat peeking up at him from between the twin pale orbs of her perfect ass.

"Mine, all mine" Udo chuckled as he placed his empowered cock at the entrance of the teen witch's cunt. The lips of Tessa's lightly furred mound parted for the head of the monster member, but Udo felt resistance to any further penetration. She was very tight, but already her body was beginning to respond to the magic and the witch's own juices began to lubricate her tight hole.

Udo began to slowly push in, watching proudly as his cock, very nearly now the width of his forearm, cruelly stretched Tessa. The warlock was surprised to find her a virgin and he pulled out a little when he felt the girl's maidenhead before savagely thrusting his cock home. Tessa's cherry was quickly disposed of, briefly clearing the teen's mind as she screamed in pain.

The witch's blood mingled with her own juices to make slick the velvet vice of her pussy and Udo began to piston in and out rapidly, each time going a little deeper. His mind focused the incredible sensations coming from his engorged shaft and Udo knew he could soon become addicted to the hot little teen's sweet charms. As before, he was in full control of his own body, feeling a delicious climax brewing slowly, but he knew he could hold it in check until he had robbed Tessa of every last orgasm-conveyed ounce of power she had.

Tessa was by now actively thrusting her ass up to meet Udo, her body taking control of her spell-muddled mind. This was a wonderful component of Niklos' spell and made up for the girl's zombie-like blowjob earlier. Udo wondered if there was a way to isolate and magnify the lust portion of the spell so he could use it on women who weren't witches, like models for example.

The scholarly warlock was already working on this problem when he was surprised by Tessa's first orgasm and he felt a rush of power flow through him.

Tessa's body paused beneath Udo for a moment and he enjoyed watching as the climax obviously spread across her young body. Her pale skin became hotly flushed and she was grunting softly now as she once again began to thrust up at him, this time with a ferocity to match his own.

An image of Tessa as she was when she had opened the door for him flashed in Udo's head, fresh, perky, and innocently sexy in her hot pants and thin t-shirt.

The warlock reveled in the knowledge that in such a short time he had reduced the young cunt to the level of a beast in heat. He reached forward and around her sweaty, panting body to cup her breasts.

The girl's skin was hot to touch and his questing fingers found the diamond-hard nipples and cruelly twisted them.

Tessa was screaming now as her body suddenly gave up another draining orgasm. She lurched back, pressing her body into Udo's as if to merge with it. The warlock was both astounded and pleased by the ferocity of her reaction to the spell and he began wildly kissing her neck, back, and shoulders as he continued to pound into her. Tessa's power was pouring into him as she climaxed continuously and Udo felt drunk from the sensation. The girl had little left and the warlock regretted that soon, it would be over.

Udo was preparing for the final transference of power when a bolt of pure energy slammed into his back and he felt numb momentarily as he collapsed on top of the young witch.

"Tessa, no!!!!!! My baby, my poor baby!" Anguished screams filled Udo's ears as he groggily tried to get up from the floor. A wet sucking sound caught his attention next as he realized his motion had caused his engorged cock, still glowing green from the spell, to pull out of Tessa's clenching cunt. Stunned, he looked bemusedly at Sandra Greeley standing at the doorway of the basement.

She was a sight to behold as she came flying down the stairway into her own private sanctum. With strength born of anger and magic, Sandra pulled her daughter away from Udo and pushed her towards safety. The enraged witch then faced the warlock and began chanting.

The fog of lust clouding Udo's mind began to clear when he felt moist, leafy vines begin to wrap themselves around him from behind and he realized Sandra was using her knowledge of nature magic to restrain him. The warlock began to draw in his own power and cast a counter spell.

The moisture level in the room dropped drastically as the vines wrapped around him turned brown and began to shrivel. Udo tore free of the brittle husks with ease but had no time to exult before the witch struck again.

This time Sandra was more direct and encircled Udo in a wall of flames but the Warlock quickly retaliated, forcefully pushing all of the air away from his body in all directions. The flames blew across the room like a firestorm, and in the new super-dry conditions, everything quickly began to blaze.

Sandra gasped to see her basement encased in her own fire, threatening her daughter and herself, and she quickly reversed the spell, extinguishing the flames. This time it was Udo who took advantage of the situation.

Obscured by the smoke from the smoldering furniture in the basement, he began casting again. He was attempting to use the same compulsion spell he had used on Tessa, but stronger, so he could lure the witch into the pentagram. At first the Warlock's spell seemed to work; Sandra stiffened and her eyes went glassy, but then she began to fight it.

Witch and warlock faced each other across the room, their gazes locked onto each other as they tried to enforce their wills. It was a battle of strength now, and Udo was not sure who would be the victor. The magic he had drained from the daughter aided him, but he was still exhausted by the spell casting that had been worked on the girl, and then to counter Sandra's attacks.

Sandra was fresher, but not as strong toe-to-toe as Udo. Still, she had a mother's rage and the need to protect her daughter pushing her on and she was slowly gaining ground.

Udo's spell of compulsion was slowly turning against him and he had to fight the urge to flee the room. He became desperate as he thought of months of planning in Germany being undone by a moment's carelessness.

Buoyed by her growing success, Sandra allowed herself the luxury of a light smile as she prepared to finish off the monster that had raped her daughter. She now recognized Udo, the mousy man who had come to visit here years back when researching the Salem witches. He had been harmless then, she had tested his power back then with a discreet spell and knew he could barely light a candle flame with his mind. Sandra had no explanation for the damage she had seen him wrought here today, but she could find out later. She needed just a little more time.

Sandra never saw her daughter get up from the floor and walk towards her, and she certainly never saw the chair coming that the girl brought down on her head. The older Greeley crumpled to the ground at Tessa's feet while the naked teen just stood there, staring at Udo with rapt adoration. The chair slipped from her fingers and she rushed to the warlock's side.

Udo was speechless as he tried to sort out what was going on, but Tessa gave him little time as she wrapped her flushed body around his and began kissing him noisily. The warlock pushed her away, and ordered her loudly "Tessa, no, not now!"

The teen immediately stopped and stepped away from him, ashen faced but obedient. Udo had no time to wonder about her behavior though; there was still the matter of her mother to deal with. She was the real reason he had come to Boston, and he noted with interest that his cock was still glowing with the strange green energies, and while not as monstrously big as it had been, was still formidable.

"Tessa, help me move your mother into the pentagram." The naked young girl quickly moved to assist Udo and they arranged the witch inside the mystic symbol.

Tessa helped him remove her mother's clothing and soon Sandra lay nude, spread-eagled on the ground. Udo had nothing to restrain her, but figured he would not need anything if he moved quickly enough. Once he was in her and had stolen her first orgasm, she would be unable to get away from him.

He positioned Tessa to cradle Sandra's head in her lap while he moved himself in between the widespread legs and knelt in front of defenseless pussy. Udo then started to chant the ancient spell, re-enforcing the magic that already filled him from Tessa's rape.

His cock regained its massive state and he positioned it at Sandra's slit.

The elder witch's eyes flew open at the contact and she soon realized her predicament-she was about to be raped just as her daughter had! The warlock savored the look of fear in her eyes and then thrust his manhood into her hard. Sandra screamed at the invasion and struggled to get up, but her own daughter held her down.

Udo was brutal in ramming his monstrous cock deep into the witch, as he did not want to give her another chance to surprise him. He dug his fingers into the skin around her waist and pulled her up to meet him. She was dry, as everything in the room was still dry, and he knew it was painful for her. But it was delightful for him. Her pussy was tight around his cock and the friction was felt all along the glowing member. He nodded to Tessa, and the teen pinioned her mom's arms behind her, holding the witch tight against her chest.

Sandra was in too much shock to struggle anymore-her own daughter betrayed her, and now she was being brutally violated. She did not notice when the Warlock ceased pushing in to her, nor did she feel his hairy sac bounce against her quivering ass. Udo pulled out and then thrust back in and repeated this again and again, but Sandra seemed catatonic as her body was pushed and pulled off the floor, her flesh slapping loudly on contact with the hard cement floor.

This continued for an indefinite amount of time, but then Sandra began to come out of her stupor. She was appalled when she realized she was actually starting to respond to her debasement. Her hips were pumping up and down on their own and she was horrified to discover she was nearing climax! Her abused pussy had begun producing lubrication and the terrible friction was easing away. The witch's breaths became ragged and blood flowed to her nipples and cunt lips, engorging them with arousal. This can't be, she wailed silently, and bit back a moan as pleasure began to supplant the pain. Udo's cock filled her in ways she had never been filled before and it was hard to resist the feeling of completeness it imparted as he impaled her.

She began to resist again, to fight her own feelings. It was obvious that this was some sort of magic ritual they were performing, not a simple rape, and that the German warlock had already used it to enslave Tessa. Sandra knew that if she gave in to her orgasm, she would be lost like her daughter. Unlike Tessa during the teen's rape, Sandra had full use of a clear mind and began to focus her concentration into a resistance. With an extreme force of will, the witch was able to stop her hips from undulating in a matching rhythm to Udo's thrusts. It was a small victory and she now tried to block the pleasurable sensations emanating from their joined pelvic regions.

Its possible, she exulted, as she began to feel the impending plateau of her climax ebb a bit, but the warlock did not play fair. She did not see him gesture to Tessa; she only felt a hot mouth engulf her own and a tongue probing deep past her open lips. Sandra was again stunned beyond thinking-her own daughter was frenching her! Disgust, shock, and dismay shattered her mental resistance as her soul cried out in defiance of this taboo-breaking assault. But she could no longer deny the pleasurable sensations between her legs as her now moist sex welcomed Udo's cock and two sets of hands began to knead and massage her breasts. Tessa's fingers were light and quick as they tugged and pinched at her mother's hardened nipples and Sandra unwillingly purred at the physical attention being paid to her.

The older witch was nearly lost now, the only portion of her mind trying to fight the compulsion could no longer remember exactly why it was so important that she did not climax. Her arousal again mounted till she neared the peak and Sandra wantonly wrapped her legs around Udo's waist and brought him deeper inside. Tessa hefted her mother's generous tits in her hands and brought one up to her bowed head and began to suckle on the teased nipple, enjoying the taste of her mom's teat. Sandra sighed in contentment with the same maternal bliss that always came over her in the past when she nursed her infant daughter. She absently played with her throbbing clit and thrust her hips in time to Udo as she happily let her baby girl nurse.

"NOOOO!!!" Sandra's mind screamed in protest as she realized she was being mind-fucked. Revulsion aimed at her daughter sucking her tits flashed hot in her mind, but it was too late. Her body's arousal was too far gone to stop at this point and her climax had already started to take over when she cried out in protest. Her screams of denial turned inarticulate as she came hard around the glowing green cock of her family's rapist. Her exhausted body bucked and twitched spasmodically as wave after wave of guilty pleasure flooded through her.

She was crying now, helpless in her body's betrayal, and screaming, moaning in pleasure, and denial, and hunger, hunger for more of the same. Udo was still pounding away in her and she felt something new down there, something warm, soft and wet teasing her clit and pussy. Opening her eyes, she saw her daughter crouched above her; Tessa's head plunged deep between her mother's legs. The sex-crazed teen was using her tongue every where, sliding it along the length of her master's rigid shaft as it plunged deep into the older witch's gushing snatch, then licking up the copious pussy juices and sucking on her mother's hard nubbin. Sandra had no idea where her daughter learned such things, but could no longer make herself care. She knew she should be outraged, but she could feel another orgasm building deep within her and that was all that mattered to her now.

Looking up, she saw Tessa's tight ass above her and a glimpse of her daughter's pussy. In slow motion, she watched those hips wiggle in happy contentment and then begin to lower and saw that girlish pussy descend to her face. Soon, Sandra found herself smothered by her daughter's quim, her nose buried deep in her labial folds. It was becoming hard to breath and she moved her head, inadvertently dragging her nose along the moist slit, eliciting a moan and purr from the teen girl. Tessa wiggled her ass in delight and then ground her pussy into her mom's face. Sandra suffered a momentary twinge of regret before giving in to the inevitable and tentatively stabbed her tongue upwards into the inviting sex. Tessa's piquant flavor flooded her overwhelmed senses and she began hungrily lapping up as much pussy juice as she could find. Her daughter arched her back and stiffened for a moment, then exploded in orgasm, drenching her mother with even more. Sandra felt her own body respond with yet another massive climax of her own and she no longer could count the number of times the warlock and her daughter's devilish tongue had made her come.

Udo smiled at the sight of the two gorgeous, naked witches in front of him. It had satisfied a deep, secret place in his heart to see the daughter kiss and suck her mother, and he had pushed the girl's ass down to see if Sandra would return the favor. This was turning out to be much more profitable then he had imagined. The warlock was still a little mystified at the teen girl's actions in aiding him against her own mother, but the thought of having the delectable young witch as his personal slave was intoxicating. He wondered if the effect was permanent and if it was a natural result of Niklos' spell. Was Betina enslaved still to his will? Udo regretted now discarding the comely young German witch, but he could always try and collect her later, if Baron Von Staaten hadn't already dealt with her.

Baron Von Staaten. Soon, very soon, promised Udo, I will be able to deal with the Baron and his Warlock's council. Soon they would all bow down to the little librarian they had all mocked for all those years, and Udo would have all the power.

Looking down, Udo realized that the green glow was spreading to the rest of his body and he was filling with the power he was draining from Sandra Greeley. It had already been a long afternoon of fucking and the warlock had yet to release the building pressure in his massive cock, but he saw he would not have to wait much longer. The older Greeley witch was in a near constant state of orgasm, thanks to both Tessa's and his own efforts, and her sweaty and exhausted body seemed to hold little left in reserve. Tessa herself seem indefatigable, but the end was near for her mother.

Udo stepped up his efforts, ramming his cock into her cunt at a furious rate. He swore he could actually see the mana leaving her body and entering his own and when he saw the tenuous link start to fade with Sandra's final, feeble orgasm, he flooded her with his own release. Ensorcelled cum, glowing like the rest of his body, leaked freely from the mother's abused pussy and Tessa cooed happily and began eagerly slurping it up, careful not to let any of it go to waste. When Udo finally withdrew his still hard cock from the unconscious Sandra, the young teen latched her lips around it, sucking it greedily, until the monster cock was buried deep in her throat. The teen delighted in the combined taste of her mother's pussy and her master's jism and that was all that existed for her at that point.

Udo found that he had complete control over his body now and let himself come for a second time, shooting his cum deep into Tessa's throat. Life, he reflected, was good.

Later he reflected on the situation, laying in Sandra's king size bed. The mother had yet to recover from the experience and was sprawled out alongside him. Tessa had eagerly insisted he use her body as his pillow and she now slept happily underneath him, her soft belly cushioning his head. Each woman now bore the same tattoo above each of their pussies that he had placed on Betina, binding them to his cause. Udo was eager to discover the other ways the women were bound to him. Somehow the spell had interacted differently with Tessa than it had the others, making her into his eager fuck toy.

He had yet to see how Sandra would react when (and if) she ever woke, and he again thought of Betina. Musing, he wondered if it had to do with the fact that Sandra had interrupted the ritual and he had never finished draining her daughter. Could Tessa still use magic?

Udo had lots of questions, but sleep now tugged at him and he decided to give in for a while and let his body recover from the amazing things he had done with it recently. Before he completely passed into dreams though, an intriguing thought crossed his mind: Sandra belonged to a coven of witches in the Boston area, and they could provide the most delightful laboratory for exploring his new theories...

To be Continued!