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"Someone Wicked This Way Cums"
By Shon Richards
Bethany Taylor didn't hear the question at first. She was
concerned by a strange phenomenon. Her nipples were prickling, like
they had fallen asleep.
"Another cookie, Ms. Taylor?"
"Sure," Bethany responded. She took the cookie that was offered
and had a bite. It was delicious. This disappointed Bethany, because
she always found it harder to ruin people who made good cookies.
Across from her sat the Soares couple. They were the owners of
SpellWriters, the hottest dot-com company in existence. In a time when
dot-com companies were collapsing like a house of cards built by an
epileptic, SpellWriters was considering buying their first plane.
Success like that deserved to be investigated, analyzed and copied by
real companies like Bethany's employers, Diligent Enterprises.
The problem was, the company had a bizarre product. They sold
spells. Customers sent in their requests, and the Soares e-mailed them
a spell. The customer had to perform the spell, and when it failed to
work, the Soares said that it was the fault of the caster. To
Diligent Enterprises' amazement, the customers accepted this. Worse,
they actually bought more spells!
Bethany wasn't concerned about understanding and then imitating
such an unusual company. Figuring out unorthodox businesses was why
they paid industrial agents like Bethany the big paychecks. After this
mission, she had her heart set on buying one of Charles Adam's
originals.
"Sheryl, bring us more cookies," Eric Soares demanded. Bethany
shivered at his voice. There was something subharmonic about his deep
voice that struck Bethany deep in her belly. Of course, it might just
be his good looks. Not many website owners had shoulders that broad,
or such a well-trimmed black beard.
"And bring more lemonade," his wife, Dita, demanded. Bethany
tried to look Dita in the face but it was impossible. She had the same
dark hair as her husband but her skin was a pale white that glowed.
Bethany's eyes kept being drawn to the woman's for there was a
strange tattoo in the valley of Dita's breasts. It was a swirl
with elements of something that glittered. It wasn't like Bethany to
stare at another woman's breasts, but she just couldn't help herself.
Bethany tore her eyes away from the attractive couple and the
strange tattoo and looked at herself in the living room mirror. She
was surprised by what she saw. Oh, she looked good in her dark green
blouse and skirt, and as always, she was pleased by how the green
matched brought out her long hair. Bethany was just surprised
by how strained her face looked, like she was struggling with
something.
"Here are your cookies, madam," a voice said.
Bethany turned and nearly dropped her glass. It was Sheryl
Hannigan! She was the top agent of Major Electric, one of the few
corporations as big as Diligent Enterprises. What was she doing
working as a maid for these small fries?
"Thank you," Bethany said. She tried to hide her curiosity but
it was impossible. Earlier, she had seen Ned Anderson from Laser
Franchises tending the garden, and she could have sworn she saw two
other industrial agents washing the Soares' car.
"Damn, the only agent of note who isn't here is that bitch, Amy
Valentine," Bethany whispered to herself.
"Oh, and Bethany, you can take your off now," Dita
commanded.
To Bethany's surprise, she did as she was told.
~~~
Amy Valentine pulled up the Soares residence and stepped out of
the car with authority. This mission was being a major pain in the
ass. The Soares had a profitable dot-com business that was threatening
Amy's employers, Paragon Industries. They hated successful dot-coms,
it made their senior citizen executive look bad. Amy's mission was
simple; she just had to destroy their company.
Sadly, she was on a small probation ever since she ruined some
prime real estate in Burbank. Amy was forbidden to use anything that
could wipe out a building, a forest or was banned by the Geneva
Convention. For this mission, she would have to use something that
didn't lower property values or terrify the National Guard just to
prove she could be subtle. It would require more work but she
distracted herself by thinking of the black pearl choker she wanted to
buy with this mission's paycheck.
At least Amy still looked great. Because she was after a company
called SpellWriters, she decided to go with a Goth look. Her long
brown hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail a librarian would be
proud of. She was wearing a loose black blouse with long sleeves that
did a great job of concealing how small her were. A black
miniskirt and torn adorned her long legs. She was either a
vampire hooker or chromatically challenged.
The Soares house had an iron fence surrounding the premises. The
house itself was two of arches and ornamental gargoyles. Tall
trees were shedding their leaves and coating the ground in a parade of
colors.
It looked like a haunted house and Amy's ass instinctively
flinched, but that's another story.
Amy leaped over the iron fence and came face to face with the
gardener. She recognized him and paused. It was Ned Anderson, Laser
Franchises' best agent. Amy remembered breaking his nose once in
Belgium.
"Hey Ned, no hard feelings, right?" Amy asked. "You're here for
the same reason I am. Let's work together to bring these Internet
geeks down together.
Ned stopped raking and looked at Amy with pure hatred. "You
shall not harm the Master and Mistress!"
He swung at her with the rake and Amy ducked under the garden
tool. She reached for a handful of leaves and threw them up in his
face. As Ned brushed the cloud of dead leaves away from his face, Amy
was punching him hard in the stomach. When he dropped to his knees,
she finished him off with a kick to his head.
"Damn, he must be still upset about Belgium," Amy said.
"We have an intruder!" Amy heard from the garage. It was the
Gorman sisters, a deadly duo that worked for a British company. Why
the fuck were they washing a car?
As the twins ran towards her with deadly intent, Amy realized
something was fucked up here. For one thing, the twins rarely used the
secret Ninja technique they were trained with since birth, but now they
were using nothing but their devastating technique. It was everything
Amy could to avoid being crushed by arcing kicks and pummeling chops.
Another odd bit was the fact that both of the twins were wearing
dog collars with nipple chains. Considering that both were
members of radical Protestant militia, this was a new look for them.
Amy admired their dedication to going undercover, but thought they
should have reconsidered piercing their noses.
~~~
Bethany Dita's hard nipple between her teeth. The
flicked her tongue over the trapped nub of flesh as Dita moaned in
appreciation. Bethany shifted to the side to allow Eric better access
to her own breasts. She shivered as the hairs of his beard tickled her
full and she groaned as his teeth relentlessly bit into her
soft flesh.
For one brief second, Bethany couldn't remember what she was
doing here. How did they start having sex? Why were they having sex?
She tried to remember if she had a plan prepared, or if the sex was
some part of set up. Her brow wrinkled as she tried to recall what
happened but then she noticed something vastly more important.
Dita's swirling tattoo was right by her eye, a few inches from
Bethany's mouth. The blonde's blue eyes darted as they tried
to follow the pattern of the swirl. Nothing else really mattered all
that much.
"Hastur's balls!" Eric exclaimed. "Her are huge! Here,
take a handful, love."
Bethany melted into Dita's reaching hand. As Eric one of
her nipples, Dita manipulated her other with her agile fingers
and sharp, sharp nails. Even when Dita grazed her nail over Bethany's
sensitive nipple, the didn't cry out. All Bethany wanted was to
obey.
That, and to see where the swirling tattoo ended.
"She is magnificent," Dita agreed. "Tonight I'll use her as a
pillow; commanding her to remain still while I sleep upon her."
Eric laughed. "Excellent idea. And in the morning, she can wash
the windows. Maybe we'll forbid her the use of her hands and she'll
have to scrub the windows solely with her tits."
Dita moaned as Bethany's mouth harder on her breast. "Oh
darling, I love your imagination. We must break this slut in now.
Shall we use my tattoo or yours?"
Eric rose and unzipped his pants. "I think we will use mine."
He reached for Bethany's hair and pulled her away from Dita's
chest. For a second, Bethany's eyes lost their dullness but her
blue eyes quickly dimmed again.
The handsome in front of her had the most amazing tattoo
on his belly button.
~~~
Amy slammed the heads of the Gorman sisters together again. With
dangerous and deranged twins, you could never be too safe. Out of
spite, she also connected the twins' nipple chains together. It was a
lot like tying shoelaces together but just a lot more painful.
Checking to see if there was any other pissed off agents, Amy
finally continued on her mission. At this point, the front door seemed
out of the question. She stepped into the backyard and was relieved to
only a black cat. Amy was certain she could handle a simple cat.
The agent was about to check the lock on the backdoor when she
noticed something flicker in the basement window. Stepping down from
the porch, Amy knelt by the window. The behind her hissed, but Amy
ignored it.
"Hiss all you want," Amy laughed. "It's better than trying to
kick my ass."
Amy's laughter stopped when she looked through the basement
window. It wasn't your typical dot-com basement. Instead of
computers, there were three pentagrams inscribed onto the floor. The
light was coming from multiple candles sitting on top of skulls. A
cauldron bubbled in the corner and to the far left, a table was laid
out with various voodoo dolls.
"Fuck the Soares," Amy whispered. With a controlled palm thrust,
she cracked the glass of the window with barely a sound. Amy created a
hole just large enough for her to slip her hand through to the latch.
After pulling the window open, Amy slipped feet first through the tiny
hole.
Inside the basement was worse. The smell of blood was pretty
strong and she saw a not quite decomposed skeleton chained to the wall.
The glowing pattern on the ceiling her eyes to look at it, so Amy
didn't investigate the strange pulsing she thought she saw.
Amy examined the dolls on the table. They were simple dolls but
the human hair stapled to the heads and the scraps of underwear wrapped
around their bodies told Amy what she needed to know. She recognized
the straight black hairs of the Gorman sisters and she recognized Ned's
black silk briefs from that one time in Dallas.
"Some serious juju is going on here," Amy said.
The bubbling of the cauldron caught her attention. The entire
pot was a shiny black color that drank the light. The runes
inscribed on the sides twisted and wiggled. Something green was
stewing within, and green coils of mist rolled from the lip.
"Yep, that's evil," Amy said to herself.
The screeched as it jumped through the open window. Amy
nearly jumped out of her skin. As Amy watched, the black cat's legs
lengthened unnaturally. Its hair fell off as its head enlarged. A
full, potent cock emerged from between its legs and sharp claws emerged
from his hands. Strangely, the tail remained and even lengthened to be
proportional.
"You should not be here," the new hissed. "If you mess with
the cauldron, my pets will be in trouble with the demons they made
deals with."
Now, Amy had seen some weird things in her career. She had been
licked by a mermaid, had sex while dangling from a mountain and once,
she even gave three of her own clones a helicopter ride. The sight of
a that transforms into a didn't even make her pause.
"That's odd, your cock doesn't seem to mind I'm here," Amy said.
The scowled and looked down at his erect member. "If they
find out you are here, they might not feed me," he countered.
Amy reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it. The
cat's nose twitched worse than Samantha's. The woman clenched and
smiled when she saw the cat's nose flinch in sync.
"What if I feed you something better?" Amy offered.
The had an attack of conscious but the offer of quick
gratification was too tempting. He knelt before Amy's sex and wiped
her with a long lick of his rough tongue. Amy's knees almost buckled.
"Oh shit," Amy moaned. It was enough to make her want to study
magic.
~~~
Bethany was struggling to keep up with the demands they made of
her, but her success was never in question. She was lying back on the
couch, her legs entwined with Dita's. Their sexes were sharing a
double-ended dildo but Bethany was doing all the work. Bethany's hips
were undulating and writhing as she fucked both of their pussies
together. Dita merely on Bethany's toes.
Meanwhile, her mouth engulfed Eric's cock while her hands fondled
his balls. Eric was contenting himself with Bethany's nipples. He was
pinching them in a most distracting manner, but for some reason,
Bethany never lost her rhythm. She had no choice. They had commanded
her and no matter how hard it was to fuck Dita and suck Eric while
being groped in return, Bethany's body was able to perform.
As for Bethany's pleasure, she was in pure bliss. With Eric's
cock in her mouth, she had an excellent view of his swirling tattoo.
It was on his belly button and the colors were fascinating. She barely
felt the dildo that was sunk so deeply inside her sex. Bethany could
hardly feel the rough pinching her were enduring. Not even
Eric's cock pushing against the sides of her cheeks could tear her eyes
away from the tattoo.
"Cthulhu's cocks!" Dita cried out. Bethany's thighs were
clenching around Dita's as the dildo melted inside them. "I can't wait
to make her doll! Her thighs are a little chubby, but her motions!"
Eric groaned. He simply nodded. Bethany's lips were too tight
around his cock to really think clearly. The blonde's mouth was like a
seal around his shaft, enchanting his cock closer and closer to
exploding.
"Thank God for Black Magic Sex!" Eric cried out.
~~~
"Thank Buddha for cats' tongues!" Amy cried out.
The was licking her sensitive delta with its rough agile
tongue and Amy loved every second of it. The abrasive tongue was
surprisingly gentle and the way his tongue curled backwards was making
Amy shake. Her fingers scratched a spot behind his ears and his
amazing tongue performed even better!
"I really hate dogs right now," Amy moaned.
The cat-man's tongue flicked deeper in her. Amy's hips danced on
the kneeling man's mouth as she tried to grind her sex into him. The
hair on the back of her neck rose as she discharged an electric orgasm
on his wide tongue.
"Now!" the growled as he pushed her away. His lips were
glistening but his eyes were blazing with need. One look at his face
flushed with desire was all the convincing Amy needed.
Besides, she always had a soft heart for cats.
The pulled Amy's hands till she knelt down on the floor of
the basement. He flipped her over to her stomach and Amy squealed at
his impatience. Without ceremony, he flipped her skirt over her waist
and bore down on top of her. A single thrust was all he needed to
impale her sex and mount her.
"Oh whoa!" Amy cried out. Her sex went from horny and needy to
horny and filled in an instant. His weight pressed down on her,
crushing her to the floor as his pelvis slammed into her tight ass.
"Good kitty!" Amy moaned.
The brushed her long brown hair away from her neck and the
agent shuddered as his teeth clamped down on the back of her neck. Her
fingers clawed the floor as his mouth pinned her neck with a sensual
bite. Amy was trapped and loving every single thrust and bite.
"Make me bark!" Amy cried out, not even closely coherent.
The understood her. His cock slid and rammed her sex with
the speed of an animal. It was a solid, harsh, primal fucking. The
air was cut by his tail swishing through the air as his body pounded
Amy.
"Oh!" Amy cried out as her orgasm swept her.
As for the cat, he merely screeched as his was poured into
the brunette's ready sex.
~~~
"Did you hear something?" Dita asked.
"Hush!" Eric snapped. "Here I cum!"
Bethany swallowed him easily, almost casually. As the dark
clutched her and his cock erupted a stream down her
throat, Bethany's eyes and mind was elsewhere. For her, the
salty taste in her mouth could never compare to the red, entrancing,
swirling, fascinating-
"What the fuck?" Bethany said after spitting Eric's cock out.
After swallowing what she had, she glared at Dita between her legs.
"You assholes fucked with my mind, didn't you? Don't lie to me!
I work for a corporation; I know when my mind gets fucked with!"
Before they could answer, Bethany was already in action. The
foot Dita was on was pulled from her lips and then swung back
into her face heel-first. Dita slumped off the couch, knocked
completely out.
Eric got desperate and tried snapping his fingers around his
belly. He was hoping Bethany would look at his stomach and maybe fall
back under the spell of the tattoo. Instead, Bethany punched him twice
there as she rose from the couch. The dildo was still buried deep
inside her, but Bethany didn't let a detail like that stop her. An
asshole like this guy deserved only the best Diligent Enterprises had
to offer.
"Don't," Bethany said as she smashed his head against the wall.
"Ever," she added as his head bounced again.
"Ever," she repeated as she bounced his head off the table.
"Mind-control," she said as she lifted her knee in his crotch.
"Me," she said as she added a punch to his face.
"Again!" she said as she dropped his unconscious head.
Bethany realized she was a bit tense. As she took a step, she
was reminded of the double-ended dildo emerging from between her legs.
The gripped the dildo intending to pull it out but she hesitated
when she felt a jolt of pleasure sweep through her.
"I think I deserve it," Bethany said to no one in particular.
She gave the dildo one good shove inside her and cried out as her
magically denied orgasm was finally released.
"Wow, I did deserve it!" Bethany said as she sat down hard on the
floor. She saw Dita trying to rise from the ground. Bethany crawled
over to the stunned witch and grabbed her by her ponytail.
"You, explain," Bethany demanded.
"I can't!" Dita moaned. "We thought the cauldron was perfect!
We found it at junkyard, just screaming with mana. We cleaned it,
sacrificed to it, and before we knew it, any spell we cast was a
thousand times more powerful!"
Bethany snickered. Witches were only as strong as their toys.
That's why Bethany preferred to with her fingers. She'll be
damned if she very became dependent on fickle objects.
Dita cried out as Bethany twisted her ponytail tighter in her
hand.
"Where is the cauldron?" Bethany demanded.
"In the basement!" Dita answered.
Bethany dropped Dita. She wondered what the bonus would be for
bringing back such a powerful magical artifact. Perhaps she could buy
two of Adam's originals!
~~~
"Hey? Can you give me a hand with this?" Amy asked the man. She
had dumped the contents of the cauldron into the washer machine, but
the iron cauldron was still as heavy as a bitch.
The stopped licking himself just long enough to shake his
head no.
Amy shrugged. At least the cat/man wasn't trying to stop her.
After fucking her, the seemed bored and hungry. If it weren't for
the black tail between its legs, she would have thought he was a normal
man.
"Fuck it," Amy said practically. She pulled out her gun, and
emptied a few rounds into the cauldron. The ancient vessel of untold
power cracked, then boiled and finally melted into a pile of black
goo."
"Freeze!" Amy heard from the stairs. The turned around
and saw a butt-naked Bethany holding a gun on her.
"You look like some sort of vampire slut," Bethany said as she
descended the stairs, her gun still pointed at Amy.
"That's funny, you look just like a normal slut," Amy snapped
back. "If you don't mind, I was just leaving."
Bethany considered her choices. She didn't know why the odd guy
with the black tail was licking his hand, but she was also feeling a
little light-headed from the tattoo. Maybe it would be better to let
Amy go and search for the cauldron.
"Fine, go," Bethany said. "You didn't happen to see a big kettle
down here, did you?"
Amy gave her best innocence look. "Actually, the guy said he
would tell me if I gave him a blowjob, but I didn't see the point. Who
needs a kettle?"
Bethany smiled as Amy left.
Amy smiled as she put in her advance order on the black choker
from her cellphone. The next time she saw Bethany, she would be could
call her a pussy-licker and mean it.
As for the cat, life was good.
The end.