Blood Dancer - Part 7.2

In three houses in Lincoln Lake three women are plotting. One to rid the town on magical influence, one to rid the town of a nuisance witch and the other to enslave and new submissive lesbian lover.

First there was Brigitte. Her broken arm magically healed she set to work concocting a spell to control Reverend Wilma, rid her of the lustful enchantments cast upon her and compel her to help track down the source of the magic.

An intricate spell like this was a complex undertaking, it required an array of charms and ingredients and a hell of a lot of skill. Brigitte possessed no magical power of her own, rather her witchcraft allowed her to combine ancient, time-tested combinations of essences and channel nature's energies through her body in order to create the spells she needed. Her senses and skills had taken many years to fine-tune and she had been in training with her coven since childhood. She was just finishing when an image of the buxom pastor crept into her mind. Despite everything their night together had been a lot of fun, if a little rough...she wondering absent mindedly if Wilma herself would like to be on the receiving end of some BDSM.

She broke into a wicked smile...it wouldn't be too difficult to alter the spell to render Wilma utterly horny, submissive and eager to please...maybe even cloud her mind to make it more difficult to think and resist. Yes, "why the heel not" she thought. Payback time. Wilma, after all, had threatened to blackmail her. It would be nice to see how she liked it when the tables were turned.

She smiled and sat back in her favourite chair, immediately she regretted it as a surge of pain shot through her body. She had been unable to heal her bruising for fear of arousing suspicion. She was going to enjoy administering some sexual torment to that damned God-botherer. With the spell bound into a small crystal she wearily fell into her bed setting her alarm for 6pm and caught up on some much needed sleep.

Our second plotting femme fatale was, to all appearances the last person you would expect to be involved in our triangle of intrigue. The pastor of the local church was prim, proper and homely. A plump, cheerful woman who went about her duties with diligence and care. If anything the general opinion around town was that Wilma was far too dull and needed her life spicing up. The local ladies-who-lunch talked playfully behind her back of setting her up with some handsome silver-fox and watch her composure drop. If only they knew...Wilma had been an innocent young Christian when she left high-school to study theology at college. Almost immediately she had blundered into a world of kinky D/s debauchery. Her room-mate had introduced her to a group of highly sexed, highly kinky lesbians who met frequently in a group euphemistically titled "Divinity Studies". Here under the tutelage of one of the senior lecturers this secret society had unlocked desires and appetites Wilma didn't even realise she had.

Throughout college she indulged in a mealstrom of hedonistic pleasures and wild bdsm learning from her seniors and practicing on the only too willing submissives she had become an expert dominatrix whilst outwardly appearing to be the perfect pupil. That world stayed private though, it was the unspoken agreement. Self-discipline was vital. Now with a parish to administer and a flock to tend her secret life was locked away....only indulged when she left town for vacations and college re-unions. Her sudden horniness and Brigitte's bold seduction had changed all that. While she was eager to enjoy more encounters with the petite, ginger teacher she knew she had to stay controlled and discreet for both their sakes.

That said...things were going to get interesting. This was the exact thought on Wilma's mind as her package arrived. The wonders of the modern world. Overnight deliveries from discreet adult stores. She had picked up the package from the delivery lockers at the local library first thing in the morning and was now admiring the items. She toys and equipment already of course but she had decided that Brigitte deserved something a little extra. She was tracing her hand over the various adult toys when her doorbell rang. She rolled her eyes and cursed. Perfect timing as always but a pastor as dedicated at Wilma was always on duty. She hurriedly put the box and it's contents into the wardrobe and locked it. Better safe than sorry. Then headed downstairs.

The third protagonist, Ekaterina de los Villamorte, or Kate as she was more commonly known stood at the door. She wore a perfectly tailored summer dress, sunglasses and a wide-brimmed sunhat. An immortal high-vampyre queen like her was immune to the sun's destructive power but the protective power that had protected her over a thousand human lifetimes was ebbing. Still the discomfort it brought her nowadays was concealed behind a dazzling smile. Wilma answered the door and was immediately surprised to see this ravishing newcomer in town. Without even having to be asked Wilma said "Oh Kate, please come in" and instantly the ancient protection that sat over each mortal's home flashed and vanished. Kate suppressed a winces at the magical explosion occurring just a metre in front of her, it still amazed that the humans could not detect magic that powerful.

Now inside Kate smiled "I know we have met a few times but I thought it'd be nice to get to know each other a little bit better"

Wilma smiled at her beautiful, charismatic guest "Perfect". Her lust levels were still operating at peak heights due to the spell Kate herself had cast on her, she had to stay focused however "Can I get you some coffee?"