Joanna's Story Ch. 07

Dear readers,

This is the last chapter in the Lyssa/Joanna saga. It occurs after Ken has gone to his 'reward' and can no longer abuse his wicked witches, but they can't seem to let his memory fade away.

This isn't actually my chapter of the story although I am writing it. As I've previously mentioned, it comes from the imagination of my partner, TT. She coerced me, or I wouldn't have written it. However, I have written two other stories that were suggested by readers, so I suppose I shouldn't begrudge TT her story.

This last chapter is cruel -- in my estimation at least. I would apologize for it, but I've been told by a reader to stop apologizing. That was an insidious ploy: I didn't actually apologize -- so there.

Well, I've procrastinated long enough. I better begin the ending.

Chapter 07 The Epilogue

The Wicked Witches Return

A number of years have passed since the icy cold demise of the icy cold-hearted Ken Mackey. His widow, Celia, and her partner, Karla, had thought they had seen the last of Ken's Wicked Witch Wicca and the women he had abused; however, those women have kept his memory alive in their hearts -- and genitals -- and in the scars, both physical and emotional, that Ken had inflicted on them. They don't seem able to let well enough alone. They may not be able to raise the dead, but they are bound and determined to resurrect Ken's satanic practices.

DeeDee, his one time witch-mate and partner in brutality, has been longing to feel Ken's "influence" on her body. She dreams at night and daydreams of his ability to arouse her sex lust until she cannot tolerate another hour without feeling it.

She begins to contact his former 'witches' and fill their minds and imaginations with what they could be experiencing if they were willing to recreate Ken's past covens. They could use Ken's 'methods' on each other and relive the exciting sexual and painful moments they spent with their witch master.

After a few weeks, DeeDee has recruited twelve other masochistic women who also long for Ken's 'touch'. They meet at DeeDee's apartment and lash out, uh, hash out some details of what they think will create the closest manifestation of Ken's treatment of them.

Just discussing the various aspects of those ordeals have most of these women in an advanced state of heat. Several wish they had a worn a panty liner to this powwow. Two of them have to go to the bathroom to wipe away vaginal secretions running down their legs. If just talking about their intended actions can trigger such responses, what will the actual 'exploits' produce?

They finally end the get-together, go home and masturbate. They salivate thinking of what the new Witches' Covens will offer them. They sleep with visions of sugarplums dancing, uh, Ken's abuse dancing in their heads. At least one of them can't sleep at all and spends the rest of the night using a vibrating dildo. These women are ripe for DeeDee's planned abuse of them. She plans to emulate Ken's brutality until she is sated with no thought of how she may damage her witch sisters. She forgets that since years have passed, these women are no longer the young girls who could tolerate extreme torment and bounce back with little or no permanent effect. Of course, she couldn't care less about them but only of her own gratification.

The first item on their agenda is locating a suitable 'parlor' for their nefarious schemes. They are unaware that they are the 'flies' who will end up in the 'spider's' web. They are not hearing DeeDee's subliminal message, "Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly(s)." What better parlor than the dungeon where Ken abused them into painful orgasm before he abruptly and unceremoniously passed into that nether world where demons are wont to go? His dungeon, now Celia and Karla's finished and well-decorated game room/media room/basement, should be theirs by rights to torment themselves. Rights earned by THEIR pain and HIS pleasure that they afforded their satanic majesty, Ken Mackey. Why possibly, he might even come back to haunt them in that very cellar. They shiver and are aroused by the very thought.

DeeDee and a contingent of her witches approach Celia with a request that they be allowed to use the basement cum media room. (Ladies, that word cum is an adverb or preposition: "with", "including", "simultaneous" in Latin, not the gooey secretions that have erupted from your orgasming genitals.) Celia is shocked and dismayed by the audacity of these former devotees of her husband's evil arts. She says, "NOOOO." most emphatically.

Celia has had enough of these ladies (?) and thought she was well rid of them, only to find that they are gently persuasive using extortion and blackmail. DeeDee subtly hints that she cannot be held responsible for any filthy, obscene stories of Ken's past that may find their way into the Mackey Afternoon Gazette. Now, Celia wouldn't want a scandal to affect the school she operates and which the upright Mackey citizens currently hold in such high regard and esteem -- now would she? She reminds Celia that since Joanna no longer lives with her that she needn't be concerned about her daughter knowing what takes place in the basement. What else can Celia do but relent? A new era of Ken's Wicked Witch Covens comes to life.

Is it possible that Ken's interred corpse has a faint fiendish smirk in-grave-d on its mouldering face? No, it's not. Having witnessed a long procession of women visiting the site, Celia had Ken's body exhumed and cremated a few weeks after his burial. She could not tolerate the thought of black-garbed town's women making a shrine of his grave. No tombstone was ever placed over that empty space.

The Wicked Wiccan Wednesdays begin anew the following week. Celia does not allow the women to come traipsing through her newly renovated and Ken-free home. She and Karla greet them at the exterior door of the basement. At first, the witches are dismayed by the changes in the basement. They feel they have lost the aura of the previously dismal, dank, dark, dingy, drab, dreary yet refreshingly intimidating dungeon-like feel of Ken's basement; however, they make the most of a bad situation and accept it with a light-hearted shrug of their soon to be naked shoulders. They can't wait until they can get out of their dry clothes and into a wet orgasm.

Celia does not offer them refreshments as she does not want them to feel welcome, but several arrive with, ahem, spirits to give the party a more festive air. They sit and sip and wait until all thirteen members of the coven assemble, so that the games can begin.

As per their new pact with the devilish DeeDee, they strip naked (and surreptitiously check out the new, but not necessarily improved, no longer girlish figures of their former cunnilistic fuck mates.) Perhaps this may not be as delicious as they had anticipated. Well, they have come to cum, and so they will soldier on, cum what may. (Ladies, this word "cum" is NOT a Latin word.)

Each of these now nude ladies (the term 'ladies' is used very loosely here) kneels before Celia and Karla and, with palms holding up their breasts as an offering to Ken's widow and former mistress, wait for some signal. DeeDee explains that the witches are required by their pact with the devil to pay homage to the last known repositories of Ken's sacred satanic semen -- Celia's and Karla's vaginas.

The two women decline the kind offer, but are gently and sweetly reminded by DeeDee that 'they damned well better be prepared to play out their roles in this play or be damned'.

The two women mentally throw up their arms in capitulation; they slide to the edge of their chairs, pull up their dresses, and tug their panties from their beautiful bottoms and down their legs. Taking the fancy underwear from around their ankles, they fold the delicate dainties, and place them in a dress pocket. They move their legs apart and wait for the on-slot, uh, onslaught of the not-so-currently-cute, cunning cunnilingists.

When nothing occurs, they look to DeeDee for direction. DeeDee reminds them that these women are masochists and expect a warm welcome to continue. She reaches down and gives the woman kneeling before Karla a very, very gentle love tap to her proffered mammary. The slap knocks the woman backward two feet; however, she recovers rapidly, massages the offended tit, and moves forward to quickly push her tongue into Karla's love tunnel. DeeDee extends her hand palm up and shrugs as if to say, "Voila! That's what it takes to get the ball rolling."

Very soon, a slurping sound can be heard; DeeDee pushes and holds the woman's head tightly against Karla's pussy. She indicates to Karla that she must take over this duty and Karla pulls the woman's head even harder into her pelvis. Soon, her own head tilts backward, her lips open in a grimace, and her vaginal juices erupt into the woman's mouth. Had Karla not been holding the woman's head so tightly against her groin, the firehose pressure of her discharge may have forced the woman over on her back (or possibly have decapitated her). The brunette witch-bitch keeps sucking until Karla's canal is empty; the woman then licks Karla's pubes clean and dry, thanks Karla for her largesse, and rises to permit the next woman to take her place. Karla needs time to recuperate, but allows the woman to place her face against her loins until she can get her own breathing under control.

Deedee tells Celia to signal that she is ready for her baptism from the next kneeling woman. Celia mildly slaps the woman's breasts, but she is unrewarded by any action on the woman's part. In disgust, Celia hits the woman's breasts forehand and backhand in increasingly harder strokes until the woman seems to get the message and leans forward to devour Celia's cunt. They are off, or at least and at last, Celia is; after a few minutes of intense tonguing, Celia gives the woman an earful, uh, mouthful, and the woman emulates her fellow witch-bitch by sucking Celia clean and licking her dry. This blond bitch also tells Celia of her appreciation of Celia's generosity and rises to give way to the next female.

This frantic fucking fun is repeated until each of twelve women has paid her respects to Ken's former love boxes; however, DeeDee has not taken part in this delicious repast. Possibly, she has eaten before cumming to this party and is planning to be, uh, to wait for desert.

It is now time for the assembly to get down to more serious manifestations of their affections for its idol. DeeDee has asked Celia to place Ken's cremation urn atop the fireplace mantel above a roaring fire. This is to remind the witch-bitches that Ken may well be residing and presiding over his final reward: the fires of hell.

Each woman in turn walks to the beautiful walnut urn and kisses it; their naked bodies are exposed to the fierce fireplace heat, and they deliberately allow the hair of their unshaved pussies to be singed by the flames. One lush bush actually catches fire and has to be unceremoniously doused to put out the flame. This tall, heavy breasted woman becomes an instant hero to the rest of the witch-bitches.

The women clasp their hands behind their backs and form a circle around DeeDee who places a black metal spring binder clip on each of their nipples. The women grimace as the clips cause considerable pain, but no one complains or tries to relieve the pressure. DeeDee takes her time as she threads a cord through each of the clip handles until she completes the circuit and ties the cord's ends together. She ducks under the cord and signals.

The women step back until the clips begin to pull free from their breasts; coming off this way, the clips cause more pain than when they were put on. When the last two clips are still attached, the two women engage in a tug-of-war until one more clip pulls free. DeeDee removes the last clip from the woman's nipple and declares her the sacrificial lamb that evening. This first night of the new covens, the woman pleads that she would like to concede the honor and allow her tug-of-war opponent that privilege, but DeeDee says no, that the opportunity was fairly come by and there cannot be a substitute. The woman, knowing what awaits her, shivers in delicious fear; however, she accepts her fate and makes no further argument.

DeeDee fastens cuffs to the woman's wrist and ankles. She fastens heavy cords to the ankle cuffs and while several witches lift the woman parallel to the floor, DeeDee and another witch haul her up by her ankles to the ceiling. DeeDee moves the woman's legs far apart and locks the ceiling tracks so that her legs can't close. DeeDee ties her wrist cuffs to a pair of eyebolts drilled into two bowling balls directly under her.

The 'lamb' now has the right to ask any of her sister witches to eat her pussy in order that her orgasms create a sort of anesthesia. She picks out one of the women who unhesitatingly dips her tongue into the lamb's pussy and within minutes brings her to orgasm. The lamb offers another woman an opportunity to eat at the "Y", her upturned spread out legs. The woman works her magic and the lamb purrs (lamb purrs??). The lamb chooses two more women to feast on her vagina and when all are sated, she is ready for the honors that will now be afforded her.

At this point in the past, soiled panties would have been stuffed into the woman's mouth and taped, so that she couldn't spit them out; however, the women had complained about giving up too many expensive panties and a newer, more diabolical gag has been agreed on. The women have been wearing tampons, but not necessarily because they were having their periods. They have not been told by DeeDee how long they must wear them, but some more sadistic of them have had them in their vaginas for many days.

Four of the women, including DeeDee, remove their tampons and stuff them into the mouth of the sacrificial lamb. Although they don't tape her mouth, she would have a difficult time spitting them out. Her facial expressions reflect that she finds her gag disgusting; the taste must be vile, as the tampons have been soaking up vaginal secretions in them for days, possibly weeks. The vaginal secretions are no longer fresh and tasty. They may possibly have begun to 'ferment' in the tampons into an unpalatable wine.

DeeDee places a small cardboard box on the table and each of the women picks out an odd implement. It consists of a one-inch thick wooden dowel rod about eight inches long. One end of a six-inch length of surgical tubing has been inserted into one end of the stick and stapled to hold it tight. An inch of the free end of the tubing has been folded over and tied tightly with nylon string. The gadget looks like a one-sided slingshot.

When Karla asks DeeDee what the gadget is for, she replies that Ken used a long plaited whip on the clitorises of his witch-bitches, but he had to practice for many hours to hit his mark. The women could not duplicate his ability having no way to practice with the long whip. The one-sided slingshots require little or no practice to hit the target.

DeeDee and the eleven other women lined up and one after the other placed the dowel close to the lamb's genitals, pulled the folded end back and snapped her clitoris. She shrieked through her gag, twisted and squirmed, and after the ninth snap, fainted. The remaining three women snapped her clitoris even though she was unconscious. It was obvious that her labia were swelling and she would awaken to a lot of pain. Ken would have thoroughly enjoyed this substitution of his 'art'.

Not finished, DeeDee placed a tapered candle in the lamb's vagina leaving more than half of the candle protruding from her. She lit the candle and the women moved to another part of the basement, leaving the candle burning.

Celia was shocked and horrified at the woman's torment and would have gone to her rescue several times, but Karla stopped her. She whispered something in Celia's ear; Celia nodded and sat down.

The women joined hands and formed a circle facing one another. DeeDee picked up a new sjambok, a whip made from a rhinoceros' penis, that she purchased through a mail order catalogue from South Africa; after administering a dozen strokes to each woman's buttocks and thighs, she had them turn around and proceeded to inflict another dozen strokes to their bellies, pubes, and inner thighs. When one woman fell to the floor, DeeDee beat her until she stood up and received the last of her dozen strokes. If a woman cringed, flinched, or cried out during her ordeal, DeeDee exacerbated her torment. She had the woman pull a tampon from another witch's vagina and put it in her own mouth. If she made a face or gagged, she was made to suck on another tampon. Within the first few minutes of sjambok usage, each of the remaining tampons was in someone's mouth.

Celia and Karla were sickened by and tried to tune out the sounds of the whip striking bare flesh and the sobs of the women, but they didn't interfere.

DeeDee wasn't finished yet. She used a flicker whip on each of the women's breasts until they were red and striped. Still not satisfied, DeeDee handed each of the women a packet of four acupuncture needles and had them insert them in an X pattern through their nipples. If a woman hesitated, cried out, or exhibited any emotion, DeeDee used the flicker whip on her needled breasts. Tears flowed down the cheeks of three of the women as they inserted two needles through each nipple. DeeDee flicked their needled breasts until they held perfectly still. When one of the women fainted, DeeDee permitted the others to help her up. She didn't punish the woman for her lapse of 'etiquette', but wagged her finger in the woman's face. DeeDee had salivated throughout this torment of whom she now considered HER witches, but she told the twelve women that Ken would have been proud of them for taking his 'treatment' so well.

Finally exhausted from her efforts, she put the whip down and plopped into a white leather chair. She rubbed her arm muscles and flexed her arm. It had been a tiring workout. Poor baby.

Karla reminded DeeDee that the candle in the lamb's vagina was burning down very close to the woman's flesh. DeeDee grinned and told her that when the woman woke from her faint, that she could pee on the candle and put it out. She went to the woman and shook her until the lamb awoke. The hot candle wax had filled the area around her vaginal opening, labia, belly, and butt crack. She was in great pain from the clitoral abuse and the hot wax. She moaned and sobbed, and was unable to understand DeeDee's instructions to pee to put the candle out. When her pubic hair began to singe from the short exposed piece of candle, Karla barked at DeeDee to put the flame out; reluctantly, DeeDee blew it out.

DeeDee knelt and licked each of the women's slits in turn, extracting a dollop of her vaginal secretions, but did not bring any of the women to orgasm. She considered herself above such open demonstration; however, she did pick out one of the women with whom to take home and have a 'coming' out party. She didn't expect anyone to go home hungry.

As the women prepared to depart, DeeDee jerked the needles from their nipples and gave them permission to get dressed. The witches, in pain, but apparently in an aroused sexual state paired up and prepared to leave. They lowered the 'sacrificial lamb' and carried her to one of their cars. They would have to minister to her bruised clitoris and wax burns at one of their homes until she was able to navigate on her own.

Before DeeDee and her intended sex partner could leave, Karla made a suggestion to her.

At the next Wicked Witch Coven, Karla would sponsor a contest among the witch-bitches but asked that the next meeting be postponed for two weeks. She would need that time to have the prizes prepared. She and Celia would have some of Ken's ashes placed into six sets of Ben Wa balls that six winning women could wear in their vaginas whenever they wanted. They could fantasize that Ken was in their pussies fucking them. The grand prize would be a large vibrating butt plug containing the remainder of Ken's ashes. The big winner could wear it in her ass and fantasize that Ken was 'doing her doggy style'. DeeDee became excited and said she would spend the next two weeks planning the contest.