She instinctively wrapped her arms around Wilma's thick frame and realised she was no longer handcuffed to the bed. As she sucked and nibble her lover's breast she began to become aware of the pain from her poor ravaged body. The burns from the wax as well as all the other torments made her feel like she'd been in a car wreck. One thing was missing though, her butt felt empty so Wilma had obviously finally decided to remove the dildo at some stage while she was unconscious, "Thank the goddess for small mercies" thought Brigid.
She was eager for a break from the raucous, intense fucking Wilma had previously subjected her too, she was also anxious to be allowed to spend more time in Wilma's home and find the source of her magic. That, after all, had been the sole reason for going home with Wilma....well almost all of it thought Brigid and she sucked on Wilma's glorious breast. She snaked her hand down between the older woman's thighs and they parted instantly allowing her to begin gently caressing her pussy. The two woman melted into each other and began another session of divinely pleasurable lovemaking.
It was a couple of hours later when the two famished woman finally left Wilma's bedroom. Wilma could barely contain her amusement as Brigid opted to stand she ate the pasta dish Wilma had hurriedly cooked for her. The summer dress Brigid had been wearing yesterday had been found in a crumpled ripped heap just inside the house and had had to be repaired with safety pins. Brigid for her part just needed to locate the magical power source...given the strength of the enchantment it should be difficult to find but so far she couldn't sense anything. She put down her empty plate and smiled at the pastor who was now wearing a towel robe "You know" she said "I don't think I've ever been in a church's house before...will you show me round".
Wilma smiled and rose to her feet "Sure...but it's all pretty normal" she said leading the way and showing Brigid the various rooms. As the tour progressed Brigid used her divining charm to try and detect any residual magic in the building....there was none. The only thing she could detect was Wilma herself. It was impossible, she thought, it must be here. There must be something...the spell Wilma was exhibiting would have to leave some trace. Her charm was hugely sensitive...it would detect some sort of energy even if it was to shield the actual source. It dawned on Brigid as she looked at Wilma, she was not the enchantress, she was the enchanted...someone had put a powerful but subtle lust spell on her and Brigid had exposed herself to it. She had submitted to hour after hour of sexual torment for nothing. There was clearly no magic to be found here, just a woman under a hugely powerful lust spell and an idiot witch who'd just been fucked to exhaustion for no reason. Brigid could feel herself blushing...she wanted to scream obscenities but she had to keep up her smiling visage. Wilma saw her as nothing more than a kinky little temptress, she couldn't risk anything confusion or scandal. She would have to return to Wilma in order to counter the spell she was under. It was simply too dangerous to leave the woman as this wanton lust-machine for any longer than necessary. After that was taken care of she then had to start her search for the source of the enchantment.
Stacey, she thought, it must be her...nothing else made sense...she must have been using black magic on herself and enchanted Wilma as a prank...But would anyone with such a high level of power and expertise do that? The only other option was there was another sorcerer in Lincoln Lake casting spells on two random people...Why would that be?
About an hour later Brigid walked slowly into her house. Wilma had driven her most of the way but was anxious to avoid being seen with the local school teacher and so had dropped her a couple of blocks away. During the drive they had chatted amiably and giggled about their previous night's adventure. Brigid's fury had cooled somewhat...Wilma after all, was acting under the influence of magic when she had visited all those torments on Brigid. Brigid decided to chalk the encounter to experience and make the most of having a new friend and extremely skilled sexual partner in town. They kissed very quickly and Brigid exit the car on a quite side-street.
She reached her home, flopped through the door and quickly passed out exhausted on her sofa.
She had no idea how long she'd been asleep when her phone woke her up by buzzing. A Facebook alert. A friend request from Wilma. "Understandable" she thought and accepted it. It would be useful setting up a date in order to disenchant Wilma.
Almost immediately a message popped up
"Can't stop thinking about the things we got up to"
"I am exhausted" replied Brigid
"You poor thing, I wanted to rub some cream into those marks on your butt"
Brigid smiled, Wilma was still under the influence of the spell and obviously still horny.
"Tease" she replied
"Oh don't worry...I don't tease. Next time I will be much more inventive" came the message almost instantly
Oh fuck thought Brigid, she was about to reply when another message popped up
"Tomorrow evening you will be at the church for 7pm...Last night was just a gentle introduction"
Brigid didn't like where this was going...she was definitely going to see Wilma again but the thought of more sado-masochistic sex was not very enticing given how ravaged her body was right now. "I might need some more recovery time before a repeat performance...maybe just dinner?" she replied. She figured that was a good response...Agree to meet as early as possible and rid her of the spell.
This time a video popped up. It was of Brigid lying handcuffed on Wilma's bed. Her body was writhing in pleasure and a sextoy was pressed against her pussy. It was making her moan wantonly and beg for more.
A message popped up after it "Mommy loves watching her little baby, so many of these to choose from"
Then another "This screen is so small though....maybe I will have to upload it to give it a bigger screen"
Brigid actually growled at this, was Wilma really going to blackmail her? She was the fucking local pastor for fuck's sake. Either this spell was warping Wilma's mind or she was an evil domineering bitch to being with. Whichever it was Brigid did not need this complication in her life.
"7pm at the church...and you are forbidden from wearing bra or panties between now and then. If you are a good girl then I will keep your adventures all to myself, you are my little slut now. Understand"
Brigid was incandescent with rage, she punched the wall and instantly howled in pain as she broke several bones in her hand...she slumped to the floor and began crying. This was turning into a nightmare, Brigid had to reply now and buy some time so she can cast her counter spell on Wilma. She didn't really have any choice but to go along with things. How could she, a fully trained witch,
"You are so naughty ;) ;) ;)" she replied typing with one hand and the phone on the floor
"Good girl" came the reply.
Brigid lay there for a while utterly, utterly miserable. The agony was coming at her from all angles. The wax-burns, scratches, belt marks, internal bruising from the rough invasions of several sex-toys and now her wrist. She needed to heal her body as best she could, she clambered to her feet and was just about to go to her bedroom when her doorbell went.
She limped to the door and was astounded to see Kate, the exotic European new-comer at her door.
"Hi" she said "I hope you don't mind...I looked you up in the phone book"
Even in her pain addled state Kate took Brigid's breath away. She was the most desirable woman she'd ever met. She wore high heels, tight-leather trousers, a white blouse topped off with sunglasses and a wide brimmed hat. What on earth was she doing at her door...any why now.
For her part Kate was utterly amused at the exhausted woman who prized open the door. It was now early evening and she was wearing the same dress as she had been yesterday afternoon. It was now held together with safety pins and Brigid had an impressive array of lovebites emerging on her neck and chest. It seemed Wilma's lovespell was proving as irresistible as she'd hoped. She had decided Brigid was worthy of seduction yesterday and so had made efforts to find her. She was clearly an outsider in Lincoln Lake and one of the most interesting people she'd met....and cute too with her short red hair and pixie-like features. Kate had spent the evening thinking about making this attractive young woman her pet for the duration of her stay here. She had clearly had a long rough night of lovemaking and utterly bemused to find Kate at her door. "I enjoyed chatting to you and I think we are both newcomers in town so I thought we could get to know each other better".
Brigid was still peeping out from behind the door looking confused, why was this gorgeous woman here? Ordinarily she would want nothing more than to spend time with her but the last 24 hours had been too much to take. She tried her best to smile "Yeah....that'd be great.....I am just really beat right now"
Kate new how alluring she looked, she bit her lip coquettishly "So can I come in?" she asked. The invisible magical enchantment preventing her from entering a home until invited crackled angrily at her.
Brigid couldn't process it all, Kate was so gorgeous...but she couldn't see her like this. She was a mess "Listen, I am not being rude...I am really feeling unwell...I just need to hit the sack. Can I get your number"
This was unexpected for Kate...she had never had trouble gaining entry to people's houses and seducing mortals into becoming her adoring sex-slaves was as easy as breathing...Rejection was a very rare event. Given how exhausted Brigid looked she couldn't imagine her being much use for the raucous, energetic activities she had planned. She decided to be discreet and not press the issue. Instead she merely smiled and produced her card from her purse. She smiled as she handed it over and allowed her hand to brush against Brigid's skin seductively...and with that she bid the diminutive redhead adieu.
Brigid closed the door and cursed...Kate was stunning and was clearly coming on to her...why had this had to happen now in the middle of a crisis like this.
She cursed Wilma and whoever it was had bewitched her then stumbled upstairs and cast a healing spell on her broken wrist before flopping onto her bed.
20 yards down the road Kate's car screeched to a halt. The wave of magic had hit her immediately and it's source was unmistakable....Brigid's house.
