Blood Dancer - Part 8.1

Kate felt the burst of magic from across town...then almost instantaneously a reverberating sizzle as the protective amulet repelled and reversed the spell. Whatever the witch had tried to do had instantly rebounded back on it's source...She would have to investigate but for the meantime she would let the dust settle before returning to see Wilma.

The spell felt like a control spell so Kate was fairly confident there would be no dead witch lying twitching at Wilma's feet right now. Rather the sexed-up enchanted pastor would find the lovely little Brigitte extremely obedient and accommodating...the thought aroused the Vampyre more than she expected. Brigitte had been the target of her lust previously...perhaps Wilma could be persuaded to share her new lover. Now Kate was definitely turned on, the thought of a potential nemesis laid low and made to serve her made her juices flow.

She stalked down to her basement, past the room where she kept her food slaves and into her inner sanctum. This was her pride and joy, her more treasured possession lay within. The room was dark with one spotlight illuminating the object at it's centre....if the other lights were on they'd reveal racks, hooks, restraints and cages plus rows of evil looking BDSM paraphernalia. This was where Kate came when she indulged an addiction even more potent than her craving for blood....sex.

In the middle of the room as huge ornate slab of gleaming metal. It was much, much wider than the door and the stairs leading down here so how it got in there would puzzle any visitor. How could it possibly be down in the basement? It was a metal table the size of a king sized bed, instead of being smooth it appeared to be a seething writhing platform of carved snakes. They were comprised of every size and species imaginable, all uniquely formed in amazing detail. Kate smiled as she did every time she saw it. It had once belong to her namesake Katherine the Great and had been made by her court sorcerers in an attempt to satiate her intense sexual cravings. It had came into Kate's possession a century ago and she spent as much time as possible indulging in it's special, perfect, abilities.

Kate pealed back her silken robe and allowed it to fall to the floor pooling at her feet like liquid...she then climbed onto the steel platform and lay back, at her mental command the table began to writhe as the enchanted carvings came to life and began sliding against her flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned in anticipation and savoured the perfect intimate invasion as the first snake began coiling itself around her thigh, higher up several of the smaller snakes began sliding up her flanks and coiling themselves around her breasts. Even after all these years she gasped as she felt the first of the metal serpents brush her pussy. She lay back and surrendered herself to the most perfect sex-toy every created. Metal scales began rasping against her nipples as tiny metal grass-snakes coiled around her breasts and she moaned wantonly as a two-headed metal cobra began simultaneously probing her pussy and flicking it's tongue against her engorged clitoris.

Kate was soon crying out in mind blowing ecstasy.

Back across town a tiny piece of Brigitte's mind was utterly consumed by rage. She had been lead up to Wilma's bedroom and was once more being subjected to the full might of the perverted lesbian's sadistic desires...only this time there seemed to be a much wider array of toys for Wilma to torture her with. For several hours Brigitte had been subjected to an over the knee spanking, all captured on film and, it would seem, already sent out to Wilma's friends. To make matters worse it was Brigitte herself who had begged for the spanking based on the off-hand suggestion that she was a bad girl. It terrified Brigitte how utterly submissive she was right under the control of her own self-administered enchantment.

More than anything Wilma seemed intent on fucking Brigitte's brains out. Currently the pretty little witch had her arms handcuffed to the corner of Wilma's bed and her ankles bound to the same set of handcuffs. The result was Brigitte almost folded in two, perfectly helpless for Wilma to begin ravaging her ass with a series of strap-on phalluses. To add to the intensity Brigitte had viciously cruel nipple clamps attached and as the buxom BBW rammed home the fake cock into the petite red-heads she expertly stimulated her helpless victim's clit with a wonderfully high-quality vibrator. Brigitte cried out if utter delight as yet another climax ripped through her body and the part of her mind that retained awareness heard her beg for yet more.

Wilma smiled down at her new lover "You love this don't you. You love pleasing me, you love being my dirty little girl" she panted. The obedient, pliant mush that was Brigitte's psyche instantly absorbed the suggestion and smiled back "I do love pleasing you, please let me be your little girl".

Wilma could scarcely believe how perfectly eager Brigitte had been from the second they had met up the other day. She began unhooking the strap-on but, wickedly, leaving it hanging out of Brigitte's ravaged ass. Each time they she suggested moving up a size the dirty, filthy little submissive had eagerly begged for it. Who'd have thought the previously aloof and standoffish school teacher was such an insatiable size-queen. She crawl over Brigitte's shackled body and straddled her "Baby has gotten Mommy very hot and horny....I think you'd should get to work on my pussy don't you"

Brigitte smiled up at the woman even though a tiny part of her mind was howling and screaming to be free. "Please let me kiss you Mommy, I'll do anything to make you happy"

Wilma's grin was positively evil "Yes, baby....you will....You are going to be her for a long time yet" and plunged her pussy down on the helpless witch's face, "We've only just begun".