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Bewitched - Part 1 of 2
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PROLOGUE:
The morning sun glistened wetly off the naked branches
of the trees outside the house at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.
Lily Munster was in the kitchen, preparing the cauldron
to make breakfast. She jumped when she heard the sound
of the huge knockers on the front door.
"Who could that be at this hour?" she muttered. She
wiped her hands and headed to the front door.
The huge door swung open, revealing a young woman. The
young woman's dark hair hung long around her face.
"Hello, Lily," she said, gently.
"Oh, my," Lily gasped. "You told me you wouldn't..."
"Now, now," she murmured. "I'm only here to talk."
Lily said in a loud whisper, "You're not to come here
until..."
"Until I learned about my powers," finished the voice
behind Lily.
Lily spun around to see Marilyn descending the
staircase.
"It's all right, Aunt Lily," Marilyn said, putting a
hand on her shoulder. "I know all about it." She turned
to the woman at the door. "Hello, Serena. Or should I
call you 'Mother'?"
Now, as if you hadn't guessed...
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Introduction and commercial break:
This posting is segment one of two, the two segments
forming part three of a three-part crossover story, the
first two parts being "The Munsters" and "The Addams
Family", respectively. (If you can follow the grammar in
THAT sentence, Celeste!)
It would probably do you well to read the first two
parts first.
Please don't email me for the other parts; they should
be reposted at the same time this segment is posted. The
finale is not yet completed -- it will be posted (and
the other parts reposted again) when it is finished.
............
The early sixties saw a lot of "fantasy" sitcoms, like
"I Dream of Jeannie", "Bewitched" and "My Favorite
Martian". Two popular series that featured a "horror"
theme were "The Addams Family" on ABC, and "The
Munsters" on CBS.
"Bewitched" also ran on ABC, and told the story of
Samantha, a lovely witch who married Darrin Stephens
without telling him of her special powers. Those powers
-- and Darrin's strange in-laws -- became evident
shortly after their wedding.
Samantha was played by the late, lamented Elizabeth
Montgomery. In the early episodes, Darrin was played by
Dick York and in later episodes by Dick Sargent. Endora
(Samantha's Mother) was played by Agnes Moorehead, and
Larry Tate (Darrin's boss) was David White.
Darrin's role was not the only one to undergo a cast
change. The roles of Louise Tate and Gladys Kravitz (the
neighbor) were also filled by a second cast of actors
with no explanation to the audience.
There was also a full cast of occasional characters,
played by Maurice Evans, Marion Lorne, Paul Lynde, Alice
Ghostly and Bernard Fox, all gifted character actors.
Elizabeth Montgomery also played the recurring character
of her look-alike cousin, Serena. Usually, she was
billed in this role as "Pandora Spocks".
The stories usually revolved around Samantha resolving
not to use her witchcraft, then Darrin ending up in a
jam (because of some stupid action on his part or a
practical joke on the part of one of Samantha's
relatives), and Samantha coming to the rescue.
The couple was blessed in 1966 by the birth of Tabitha,
and later by a son, Adam. Tabitha herself became the
focus of a later series.
This is another show which has never been off the air
since it began. It has been seen in daytime reruns on
ABC, then in syndication, and now on Nickelodeon.
............
This story breaks with my own tradition, in that it does
not attempt to be an episode of the actual show. In
writing it, I found that the character "Serena" wanted
to do a lot of expository stuff, and I found room to
work in several other television series as well. But I
started out as "Bewitched", and will continue with that
title.
It should also be noted that this story "got away from
me" in that it seemed to take on a life of its own.
Three specific "gags" that I had in mind when I began
the story have not even appeared yet! In fact, it got so
far out of control that Samantha and Darrin appear only
in a cameo in this segment. This should be corrected by
the time the second segment is completed.
Bewitched: "Long Lost Marilyn"
The woman smiled. "Serena is fine, dear. Whatever you
feel comfortable with."
"So where do we start?" Marilyn asked.
Serena turned to Lily. "I'll bring her back soon, Lily."
She turned back to Marilyn, and waved her hand. "We'll
start..." There was a flash of light, and Serena and
Marilyn were -- elsewhere. "...here," she said.
Marilyn looked around. All about her was darkness and
fog. The two women stood on a firm, but not hard,
surface, and the only light to be seen was glowing
around them, with no apparent light source.
"Where are we?" Marilyn asked.
"The Continuum." Serena spoke matter-of-factly. "This is
where we really consider 'home', and it is from here
that our powers originate."
"Woah," Marilyn sighed. "Continuum, home... You're way
over my head already. I thought it was just magic."
Serena smiled. "Someone once said that magic was just
science beyond the current understanding. It's not just
magic, it's science. Think of it this way: Matter is
energy, and thoughts are energy, and energy is matter.
It's all the same."
"Sounds like Einstein."
"It should. Einstein was one of us."
"So how do I use the power? I discovered by accident
that if I rubbed my nose while I made a wish, it
happened."
Serena laughed. "Sounds like my cousin Samantha. Except
she doesn't rub her nose, she just twitches it."
"Actually," she continued, "you can use any method you
please. Endora snaps her fingers. Esmerelda incants. Me,
I wave my hand. It's just a matter of focusing your
thoughts."
"I see."
"My advice would be to pick something simple. Something
you can use without drawing much attention."
Marilyn nodded. "Are there any restrictions? Can I do
anything I want?"
"Almost." Serena looked grave. "There are some
restrictions. You cannot actually harm anyone -- you can
inconvenience them, but not hurt them. You also cannot
counteract someone else's 'spell'." Serena smiled again.
"That's about it, though."
"Now, about why you didn't raise me as your own..."
A frown crossed Serena's face. "That's a long story. But
the brief version is that when you were born, it was
very ... inconvenient ... to have the responsibility of
a daughter. So Endora 'cast a spell' that you would not
be able to use your powers until after you lost your
virginity. She thought that would give her enough time
to come up with something else."
She waved her hand. Two chairs materialized. Serena
swept around and sat down in one of them, and motioned
to the other. Marilyn took a seat.
"Lily and Herman Munster have been friends of the family
for a couple of centuries. They volunteered to be your
'uncle and aunt'; and it worked out. You were raised in
a loving family, and I was left free to pursue a
separate existence."
Marilyn started to speak, but Serena raised her hand. "I
know, I know. It was selfish of me. I'll admit it. But I
really think it worked out for the best."
Marilyn sat still in her chair as Serena paused. Then
Serena leaned forward in her chair. "Now tell me about
losing your virginity. I'm really interested."
"Not much to tell," Marilyn sighed. "He was a jerk. He
used my body to masturbate, then rolled over and went to
sleep. So I wished it hadn't happened..."
"Oh!" Serena clasped a hand to her mouth. "Then...
you've regained your virginity and retained your powers!
How clever!"
"Next time," Marilyn smiled, "it'll be different."
"I should hope so." Serena smiled a secret smile. "You
want some instruction?"
"About sex?" Marilyn blushed a little. "I'll admit I've
been curious. I've heard Uncle Herman and Aunt Lily in
their bedroom late at night, but there's some heavy
machinery involved, and the lights all get dim."
"They're the exception, not the rule," Serena smiled.
"I've got an idea. Let's take a little trip and do
some sightseeing."
She stood up and took Marilyn's hand. Serena waved, and
the scene changed.
...........
The room was dark. The only light came from the outside
window, and the curtains were drawn, not letting much
in. It took Marilyn's eyes a minute to adjust.
She and Serena were sitting on thin air, near the
ceiling of the room.
"Don't worry," Serena said. "They can't hear or see us."
"They who?" Marilyn said, blindly. Then she noticed
below her was a bed, and two people were in it.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, my." She stared at the couple
below. "What're they...?"
"Shh," said Serena. "Just watch."
He snuggled up behind her, spoon-fashion, his erection
throbbing, pressing into the contours of her bottom. He
reached around her, his hand covering her breast.
He heard her sigh softly in her sleep, nestling against
his body. Under his palm, he felt her nipple begin to
stiffen.
She moaned softly as he kissed the back of her neck. He
moved his hand in a small circle, massaging her breast
gently.
She turned, rolling over to face him, her arms wrapping
around his body. Their lips met, their mouths opened,
and their tongues played.
Marilyn, hovering above with Serena, blushed.
After a long moment of kissing, she sat up. He followed
suit, stroking her arm as she pulled the thin nightie
off over her head.
She lay back on the bed. He remained sitting, his
fingertips caressing her breasts, pinching her now-erect
nipples lightly.
He leaned forward, and kissed her bare belly. Then he
moved down her body, pushing the top sheet under which
they lay down.
As he moved slowly down her body, Marilyn could see that
he was completely naked already. The pale skin of his
bare ass flashed in the dim light.
His lips had found her trimmed pubic hair. She spread
her legs, pulling up her knees slightly. His tongue
traced her opening labia, locating the small button of
her clit as he inhaled the fragrance of her inner parts.
He ran his tongue the length of her slit, from clit to
asshole, and back again. She reached over and wrapped
her fingers around his erection, tugging on it lightly,
until he moved his lower body around.
She pushed on his nearest leg, and he lifted it up and
over her head to the other side, straddling her face.
She pushed his cock backwards until she could reach it
with her mouth and tongue. She rolled her tongue briefly
around his cockhead, then took it into her mouth.
He worked his tongue around her clit, coaxing it into
erection. As it warmed and lengthened under his
ministrations, he moved a hand around and worked a
finger into her tight, moist hole.
She moaned, and worked her tongue back and forth over
the head of his cock; a sandpapering motion she knew
drove him wild.
He rolled his tongue over her clit, as his fingers
pressed upward inside her. She shivered, a wave of
pleasure rolling through her body.
She pulled her head back, gasping. "Now, darling," she
whispered.
He moved quickly around, pausing briefly between her
legs as he rubbed his cockhead over the entrance to her
honeyhole. Then he moved over her, kissing her breasts,
and slid his cock home.
She took in a deep breath through her teeth, then
wrapped her legs around his knees. He began to make deep
strokes, pushing his penis deep inside her, then pulling
back until only the very tip of his sizable penis was at
the entrance to her pussy. Then back in again. Each
stroke deliberately slow and sensual.
She began to breathe heavily, and met each of his
strokes with a tilt of her pelvis, squeezing him inside
her, rubbing her clit against his shaft as she breathed
into his ear.
Marilyn, looking down at them, felt herself getting wet,
a warming sensation in her groin. Serena glanced over at
her, and Marilyn met her eyes for a second, then both
gazes went back to the couple on the bed below.
She whimpered; she was so close, so close to the edge.
She felt his body begin to tense, and from long
experience, knew he was about to climax.
Then -- bang -- release. Her vagina contracted, her
abdomen vibrated. He pushed deep inside her and held
still as her body shivered, then his ass began to jerk
as he climaxed inside her.
Marilyn watched as the man held his woman close, their
bodies quivering. Then the man rolled to the left, the
woman to the right. They slid back together into a
spooned position, the man behind the woman, his arm
around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck.
The woman looked up toward the ceiling -- right at the
area where Serena and Marilyn were hovering.
"Are you sure she can't see us?" Marilyn whispered.
Serena looked over at Marilyn, then waved her hand.
.........
They were back in the dark nothingness of the Continuum.
Marilyn sat limply in her chair. Serena smiled at her.
"So what do you think?"
"Was that ... normal? Is that what I get to look forward
to?"
Serena smiled again. "Maybe. Everything depends on the
chemestry between the man and the woman. Not everyone
does the same thing all the time."
"Who were those people?"
"Not that it was important, but it was my cousin
Samantha and her husband Darrin. He's a mortal, but he's
pretty good in bed. Probably what keeps Samantha
interested in him."
"You look in on them often?"
Serena grinned. "From time to time. They have something
I've never had -- not even with your father."
"Who was my father?"
Serena's smile vanished. "I don't want to discuss that
right now. Are you ready for another peep?"
"Oh, I don't know, I..."
"C'mon," Serena smiled. She waved her hand.
.........
Again, Marilyn found herself floating near the ceiling
of a darkened room. She strained her eyes to see, until
Serena waved her hand and a dim blue glow illuminated
the room.
Below her on the bed were two bodies. The covers thrown
off the foot of the bed, and Marilyn could see now that
they were both women.
They were mirror images of each other, but one-half of
the mirror was flopped 180 degrees -- each lay on one
side facing the other, each had one leg raised, each lay
over the lower leg of the other, the fingers of one hand
probing the other's pussy, their lips and tongues busy
with the other's clits.
Marilyn blinked. The two girls looked very much alike;
only their hair-styles were different.
As she watched, the two girls began to move, together,
in perfect synchrony, they rolled over. One took a
sixty-nine position over the other, continuing their
finger-probing and tonguing.
Serena slipped her hand over onto Marilyn's knee.
Marilyn glanced at it, then stared back at the young
women on the bed below. It was not until Serena squeezed
a bit that Marilyn looked up at her face. There was a
little smile on Serena's face.
"You like this?" Serena asked.
Marilyn nodded, voicelessly. She looked back as the girl
on top began to shudder, her head tilted back, gasping.
Her body quaked as Marilyn watched, then she leaned
forward again, her mouth buried between her twin's
thighs until the other girl began to gasp, too.
Marilyn felt her own abdomen churn, an ache -- an itch -
- beginning between her legs. Serena's hand on her leg
squeezed slightly. Beginning to get flustered, Marilyn
glanced over at Serena.
"Let's go," Serena whispered, and snapped her fingers.
Back in the comfy chairs in the Continuum, Marilyn sat
limply, lying back in the chair. Serena sat forward,
perched on the very edge of the chair.
"Who were they? Were they really twins?"
Serena smiled. "Is that important? Well, the truth is
that they are cousins.
Identical cousins all the way."
"Are they... like us?"
Serena shook her head. "No, they're mortals."
Marilyn raised her head. "You keep referring to
mortals... Does that mean we're immortal?"
Serena sat back in the chair. "We call ourselves
'witches'. Most inhabitants of this planet are what we
call mortals. You should know -- perhaps better than
most -- that there is a minority of inhabitants of
planet Earth that are ... different."
Marilyn nodded. "Grampa, for instance. And Uncle
Herman."
Serena smiled. "Your 'Grampa' is a vampire. The Count is
not one of 'us'; but he does tap into the power of the
Continuum occasionally. Even mortals can use the power
of the Continuum. Your 'Uncle' Herman was a construct --
an artifact. Built of parts of other humans."
"You mentioned others?"
"The water-breathing humans who live in the oceans --
what some would call Atlantis -- for instance. You know
about vampires and werewolves and other 'creatures of
the night'. There are everal genies and imps, and
individuals who arrived here from a future era. There
are a few extra-terrestrials; Martians, Orkans, ...
and of course, the Immortals."
A question passed over Marilyn's face, and Serena
continued.
"They go about with swords decapitating each other.
Eventually, there can be only one in existence. The rest
of us take bets on who's going to be the last one. My
bet's on a fellow named McLeod."
"Duncan McLeod?" Marilyn asked.
Serena nodded.
"I've met him. He visited our house to talk to Grampa.
What a hunk."
Serena smiled. "You noticed."
"Well, I may have be a virgin, but I don't intend to be
a nun."
"From the way you acted when we got back from the
Lanes', I don't think you want to wait much longer to
lose that virginity."
Marilyn blushed. "I feel so... so..."
"The word is 'horny', dear," Serena smiled.
"But I want it to be romantic. And exciting."
"The first time rarely is both," Serena frowned. "I
mean, it's possible, but with our powers, we can create
... "
Rather than explain, she demonstrated. Serena waved her
hand, and a man materialized. He was muscular, but
evidently not a weight-lifting body builder. Marilyn
gasped as she realized the man was completely naked.
His shoulders were broad, and his chest was covered with
dark, curly hair. Marilyn's eyes followed the path of
hair to a darker patch below, where a heavy-looking
penis hung limply.
"Who is he?" Marilyn breathed.
"You keep asking who they are. It's not important, but
his name's Troy. Adam Troy. He's the skipper of a small
boat in the South Pacific, the Tiki. He's just a guy who
is sleeping back there, and is having a very pleasant
dream." She waved her hand, and the man's penis began to
swell, pumping full of blood to a throbbing, massive
erection.
"A VERY pleasant dream," Serena grinned.
Serena waved again, and a bed materialized behind the
man. He turned and walked slowly to it, threw back the
covers, and climbed in. He lay on his back, his hands
behind his head. His penis stood up, leaning slightly
toward his head.
Marilyn stared, remaining in her chair. Serena leaned
forward, and whispered.
"You want him?"
Marilyn sighed. "I'm not quite ready."
"Then do you mind if I...?"
Marilyn gaped at her. "You? Here? With me watching?"
Serena stood up. She waved her hand, and her clothing
vanished. She stood before Marilyn naked. Her breasts
were large, with dark aureole, and hung down only
slightly. Her stomach was flat, with a small bulge over
the dark patch of fur that hid her pubic mound.
"Why not?" she smiled. "You've watched people you don't
know..." She strode over to the bed. As she reached the
side of the bed, she waved her hand again, and Marilyn's
chair slid effortlessly closer toward the bed.
Serena climbed onto the bed, and straddled the man's
head. She lowered herself over the man's face, upright,
supported by her legs.
As her pussy got close to the man's mouth, Marilyn
watched him open his lips and extend his tongue so that
it just touched the front gather of Serena's slit.
She lowered himself further, allowing the man to tongue
her clit. "It feels so good," Serena sighed, closing her
eyes. Her hands slid over her body until she reached her
breasts. She lifted them, her fingers pinching her
nipples into erection.
Marilyn crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together.
A burning sensation was crawling through her genitals.
Serena worked her hips forward and back as the man's
tongue moved up and down her slit from clit to pussy and
back. Marilyn could see her breathing begin to speed up.
Serena paused as the man's mouth was again over her
clit, and she pressed herself down. The man responded by
sealing his lips around her clit, beginning to suck
gently on it as his tongue continued to work.
Serena took a long, deep breath, and held it. Her body
began to quiver a little, then shook violently.
She let out the breath, then with a smile toward
Marilyn, moved off the man's face and worked herself
around to straddle the man's hips. She put her hands on
the man's shoulders, leaned forward, and allowed the
head of the man's cock to bounce against the entrance to
her pussy.
Slowly, deliberately, she slid down the man's shaft,
until it was fully inside her.
Marilyn shifted nervously, uncrossing, then crossing her
legs the other way. The 'itch' was becoming almost
unbearable. Marilyn put one hand in her lap, and pressed
her fingers against her body, trying to rub at the itch.
But her clothing prevented her from reaching it.
She stood up briefly, and pulled her skirt up over her
hips. She sat back down, and pushed one hand into her
panties. Her fingers slid down to her pubic mound, and
she rubbed at the itch, which seemed to center around
her clitoris. As her fingers moved over and around her
love-bud, she felt her body begin to tense, her abdomen
begin to tighten.
There was movement on the bed. Serena had rolled over,
the man now sliding over and between Serena's legs. She
raised her legs, pulling each one up to the man's
shoulder level. He hooked an arm around each leg,
pulling her up so that her pussy was on a level with his
cock.
He slid into her again, making a slapping noise as his
thighs hit the soft skin of her ass.
Marilyn's fingers slid downward, the long middle one
finding the slick entry point to her pussy. She slipped
it inside, pressing the palm of her hand against her
throbbing clit. She watched as the man thrust mightily
into Serena, and matched his thrusts with small
movements of her hand.
Serena was whimpering softly. Marilyn could sense that
Serena was on the edge of orgasm again -- as she was
herself.
Serena gasped, and held her breath. Marilyn's body
tensed, her pussy clamping down on her finger. The man
grunted, and drove his cock deeply into Serena's cunt,
his ass muscles tightening.
"Oh, yessss," Serena finally exhaled, her body sliding
down as the man released his grip on her legs.
He rolled over, off of her. Serena kissed his forehead
lightly, then waved her hand. The man vanished.
Serena sprawled in the bed. Marilyn could see between
her spread legs, the man's semen drooling out of her
sopping pussy.
"Was it good for you?" Serena smiled at her.
Marilyn nodded.
"There are, you know, better ways of getting off,"
Serena said, a strange smile on her face. She waved her
hand, and the man's semen vanished. Serena's hair
reformed itself in order. She sat up and swung her legs
over the side of the bed, sitting naked on the edge.
She leaned forward. "Do you know what I mean?"
Marilyn shook her head.
Serena leaned forward and kissed Marilyn's forehead. She
slid down off the bed, and knelt in front of Marilyn's
chair, pressing her naked body between Marilyn's knees.
Her hands slid down Marilyn's body, pausing to squeeze
her breasts through her clothing.
"Serena, I..." Marilyn muttered, but her voice stopped
as Serena kissed her lips. Marilyn felt Serena's tongue
pressing against her lips. She hesitated a moment, then
opened her lips to allow Serena's tongue to enter her
mouth.
Serena's touch was gentle; much more gentle than Irvin's
had been. Marilyn found herself relaxing, returning the
kiss, pressing her tongue against Serena's.
Serena's hand waved; a cool flush of air made Marilyn
realize that her clothing had vanished. Serena's hands
were warm against the skin of her naked breasts, her
fingers caressing her erect nipples.
Marilyn moaned softly; Serena dropped one hand down to
rest on Marilyn's thigh. As they continued to kiss,
Serena's hand slid up her thigh, her thumb pressed
against Marilyn's pubic mound.
Serena slid her fingers down into Marilyn's crotch, palm
up, one finger sliding into Marilyn's wet slit. It
slipped effortlessly into the warmth of Marilyn's cunt.
Marilyn broke the kiss; her head tilted back as she
gasped. "Oh gosh!" she breathed. "Oh!"
Serena began to slide her finger in and out of Marilyn's
pussy, slowly, drawing her hand against Marilyn's clit.
Marilyn slid down in the chair, tilting her pelvis
forward. Serena slid down her body, kissing her breasts
lightly, then her belly, then her pubic mound.
She moved her hand to one side and began to tongue
Marilyn's clit. Immediately, Marilyn began to shudder.
Serena continued to work her finger in and out of
Marilyn's cunt as her tongue rolled her clit like a
marble.
"Serena... I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Her pussy clamped down on Serena's finger as her body
shook violently. Serena held her until the quivering
stopped.
Marilyn's eyes were closed, her head tilted forward in
her chair. Serena's head was cradled against Marilyn's
breasts.
A voice rang out. "What are you doing to my daughter?"
.........
Marilyn was startled by the male voice. Serena fell
backwards, waving her hand. The two women were instantly
clothed again.
Serena scrambled to her feet to confront the man. "What
makes you think she's your daughter?"
"Who else could she be? She has my eyes, my nose... and
my powers."
"I have powers, too, or have you forgotten?"
The man smirked. "Mostly the power of deception, Serena.
And successful enough to have hidden her from me all
this time." He turned toward Marilyn, still slumped in
her chair.
He took her hand and tugged her gently to her feet.
"Marilyn, my dear," he said softly, "how wonderful to
meet you at last."
Marilyn stood and looked him in the eyes. "Are you
really my father?"
The man smiled. "Your father... and your grandfather..."
Marilyn's eyes widened.
"And your great-grandfather..."
Her eyes got even wider.
"And..."
"Don't tell me any more!" Marilyn glared at him. "What
are you, anyway? Some kind of ultra-incestuous wierdo?"
The man laughed heartily. "My dear girl, what a
wonderful term!
'Ultra-incestuous'. Wonderful!"
"That didn't answer my question."
"That's correct. It didn't." He smirked. "Yes. Just so.
Ultra-incestuous.
I'll have to remember to spring that one on Jean-Luc."
"Who?"
"Never mind. One of your descendents, about five hundred
years from now."
"How do you know about five hundred years from now?"
"It's a long story, my dear. And more than some people
want to hear about."
He glanced over at Serena, who was sitting cross-legged
on the floor.
"The high points," Serena glared. "Just give her the
high points."
"Time is nothing to me," the man smiled. "It's just
another direction of travel. From star to star, planet
to planet, time to time. Nothing."
"Planet to planet?" Marilyn asked.
The man smirked again. "What makes you think you're on
Earth right now?"
"I just assumed..." Marilyn faltered. "You mean we're
not?"
"Hardly."
"Look," Serena said, scrambling to her feet. "I didn't
tell her everything -- because there's so much for her
to learn. She's only known her true identity since this
morning."
"Congratulations," the man said.
"For what?" Marilyn asked.
"On your marriage." When Marilyn still looked perplexed,
he turned to Serena.
"She did get married first, didn't she?"
"Look, you arrogant son-of-a-bitch, my spell wasn't
perfect. She lost her virginity on a date last night,
then -- without knowing what she was doing -- wished it
back." Serena took Marilyn's arm protectively. "Whatever
you were planning, and I think I know what it was,
you'll have to put it on hold for a while."
The man frowned. "On hold? You don't know the attraction
I have for your family's jewels. I've spent damned near
an eternity cultivating your women to be beautiful and
powerful; I don't intend on being thwarted just because
you didn't do your part correctly."
He snapped his fingers. Marilyn's clothing vanished
again.
The man grasped Marilyn by the shoulders, and pushed her
down into the chair.
"No!" Marilyn shouted. "No!"
He reached down and grabbed her calves, and lifted them
up. Marilyn slid down in the chair, her butt perched
just on the front edge of the seat.
The man's clothing flashed into nothingness; his large,
purplish cock throbbed into erection. He pushed
Marilyn's legs apart.
Serena saw Marilyn's pink slit. "Wait! You can't...!"
"I can!" he shouted. "And I will!"
"No!" Marilyn screamed.
He pushed forward, his cockhead squeezing between her
labia.
"No... no... noooo...!" Marilyn sobbed.
With a firm pelvic thrust, he entered her.
Marilyn felt her hymen break painfully. Even though she
was still wet from Serena's ministrations, she was still
not prepared for the size of his cock. It felt as if he
were ripping her insides. She screamed.
"You're hurting her!" Serena shouted.
"Frankly, my dear," the man smirked, "I don't give a
..." He wiggled his hips. "...DAMN!"
Serena watched as his cock jerked; he was coming inside
the girl.
Marilyn whimpered as he withdrew his cock; it was
covered with blood and semen.
He snapped his fingers; another chair appeared, and he
sank into it. Marilyn lay in her chair, sobbing softly.
"Don't be sad," the man said. "After all, it is your
destiny. Look!"
He waved his hand, and the air between them began to
glow. Within the glow, Marilyn could see what looked
like a ball. From one side, a cloud of what looked like
dots with wiggling tails headed for the ball.
"This is inside you right now," he said. "That's your
egg -- and my sperm. Watch!"
The cloud clustered around the ball. Then suddenly,
there was a change, almost imperceptible, but the ball
was 'different'.
"You are now officially pregnant," the man smirked.
Marilyn sprang from the chair. "No!" she shouted. She
reached up and rubbed her nose. "Never happened!"
She heard a scream of frustration before she shimmered
away.
There was a moment of discontinuity.
They were standing in front of the Munster home.
The woman smiled. "Serena is fine, dear. Whatever you
feel comfortable with."
"So where do we start?" Marilyn asked.
Serena turned to Lily Munster, who was still standing by
the door. "I'll bring her back soon, Lily." She turned
back to Marilyn, and waved her hand. "We'll start..."
There was a flash of light, and Serena and Marilyn were
-- elsewhere. "...here," she said.
Marilyn looked into Serena's eyes.
"Did you just do what I think you did?" Serena asked.
Marilyn nodded.
"Brilliant!" Serena grinned. "I wish I'd thought of it."
"One thing's bothering me," Marilyn frowned. "When we
peeped at those people, it was night... but we started
out now -- in the daytime."
Serena smiled. "We did a little time travelling. Just
minor league stuff compared to centuries or days -- or
even dropping back hours to avoid unpleasantries like we
just did."
Marilyn nodded.
"I have an idea," Serena grinned. "I know just the place
we ought to visit now." She waved her hand.
.........
The space was dark. Marilyn's eyes slowly adjusted, as
her ears picked up the sound of soft, feminine voices in
conversation.
Serena led the way into a softly-lighted area. Marilyn
glanced around. She could see nothing beyond the lights
-- they must be in the Continuum.
All around her were large and small pillows, and draped
over the pillows in various positions, were roughly ten
women. Marilyn looked at them and noticed that they were
of many ages -- and some whom she could not determine
their age.
Serena leaned closer to her. "This is one of our regular
gatherings; what the mortals might call a 'coven',
although that's not our term for it."
Marilyn nodded. "Are they all... like us?"
Serena smiled. "Usually. Sometimes one of the 'girls'
will bring a guest, but usually it's just us 'witches'."
"What do you do in these gatherings?"
There was a glint in Serena's eye as she winked. "Just
wait and see."
She led Serena to one of the larger pillows, and they
sat down.
to be continued!
The Finale coming soon...
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