Joanna's Story Ch. 07

After all the masochistic witch-bitches had gone, Celia and Karla went to their home office. They spent an hour there and then went to bed.

Two weeks later, the thirteen women were back, 'aching' to resurrect Ken's abuse of them and translate it into sexual stimulation. Again they paid homage to Ken's last semen depositories -- Celia's and Karla's vaginas -- and licked the women to orgasm.

The witches paid for that privilege with sore breasts. Fed up with these frigging witches and their frigging covens, Celia and Karla took out their irritation by "bitch slapping" their tits. This could be the last time that they would have to put up with this nonsense.

DeeDee announced that there would be a contest this evening to decide which witch would wear which witch master Ken's ashes in their cunts or ass. She didn't bother to determine who would be the sacrificial lamb that night. However, she had them exchange the tampons they had been wearing since their last coven. She had each of them, in turn, lie on her back while a sister witch straddled her mouth. They would first have to get the straddler wet so the tampon would slide out a little more easily. How she accomplished that would be up to her, but it usually meant an orgasm or two. She would pull the tampon string until cotton began to emerge from the woman's pussy, grasp it with her teeth, and work it out of the other woman's vaginal canal and into her own mouth. If the taste made her gag or if she showed any recalcitrance, DeeDee would snap the woman's pussy with the one-sided slingshot. DeeDee was kept busy administering that snap to every woman in the group. One woman even had the audacity to throw up when a particularly nasty flavored tampon entered her mouth. She was severely punished for that lapse in 'good taste'.

The tampon to mouth switch took up so much time that DeeDee grew impatient to start the contest she had dreamt up. She was anxious to "win" one of the prizes.

She had the women form their inner facing circle and beat their bottoms with the sjambok, but her heart wasn't in it; she wanted to win that butt plug; she didn't bother to beat their genitals but did use the flicker whip on their tits. She definitely wanted their nipples to be as sore as possible before the games commenced. Again she handed them packets of acupuncture needles and told them to skewer their nipples in an X pattern. When Celia objected, DeeDee glared at her and told her that was what her dead husband would have expected them to do. Furthermore, she said, it wasn't as painful as having their nipples pierced for a nipple ring or bar.

Karla gently pulled Celia back to her seat and put her arm around her. She cooed a few words in Celia's ear and Ken's widow quieted down.

The women did as they were told and inserted the needles through their already tender nipples. DeeDee went from woman to woman and, using her thumb and middle finger, flicked each nipple; then, she pulled the needles free of their nipples; blood flowed, but DeeDee admonished them not to touch their breasts to ease the pain or stop the blood. Now, she thought, they were ready for the next stage.

Throughout the intense misery she had inflicted on 'her' witches, she never once permitted herself to 'enjoy' any of their pain. She was the Witch Mistress now; she had usurped Ken's position and needn't feel his harsh 'touch'. She just allowed her sadistic nature to hold sway for her own self-gratification. She had lost count of the orgasms she experienced as she sadistically played hostess to 'her' masochistic witches.

She announced that the contest would now begin. The women sat on the floor cross-legged, in two lines of six facing one another. Each would grasp the extremely sore nipples of the woman across from her and pinch, twist, pull, etc. until one cried enough. Within a very few minutes, six of the women had yielded and the other six were declared winners of the Ben Wa balls; however, they were forced to repeat this stunt until only one woman remained.

DeeDee again made an announcement; this time she and the woman who had not conceded would have a 'run off' and the winner would win the butt plug. She figured that the other woman's nipples would be so sore by now that the she would yield immediately.

At this point, Karla pointed out the fallacy in DeeDee's plan. She declared that since she had sponsored the contest that she should have the say so as to the final contest. When she outlined what she thought that contest should be, all the women except DeeDee agreed, but she would have to yield to Karla's wishes if she wanted that haunted butt plug.

DeeDee and the other woman were strung up by their ankles and a two inch wide candle was inserted into their vaginas. The candles provided by Karla extended two inches out of the women's love canal. As the candles burned, they formed a bowl of hot wax under the wick. When the hot wax began to drip over the sides, it fell onto the women's pubes. The first one to yield lost the right to the "Ken" filled butt plug. DeeDee was determined to win the prize and bore up under the hot wax burning her pussy.

The other woman had already won a set of Ben Wa balls and mused about wearing them while shopping. She would fantasize that the balls were Ken's and that he was deep inside her vagina. She might even have an orgasm as she pushed her cart around the supermarket aisles. She didn't really relish the thought of wearing that large butt plug in her rectum. She thought that fat assed bitch, DeeDee, deserved to have it up her asshole. She capitulated when the first drop of hot wax reached her labia. Karla blew out the flame, removed the candle, lowered the woman, and removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. During this procedure, hot wax continued pouring onto DeeDee's genitals.

In pain from the hot wax, DeeDee declared herself the winner and demanded that she be lowered to receive her prize. Karla ignored her, turned to the other women and hinted that they might seek revenge for DeeDee's harsh treatment of them. There were twelve volunteers.

They began by using the one sided slingshot on DeeDee's pussy. When DeeDee struggled, more hot wax would pour onto her genitals. DeeDee would shriek at each snap and at each drop of wax until it seemed to be one long continuous scream.

When DeeDee's pubic hair caught on fire, Karla poured water on it and extinguished the flame; however, there was a faint but distinct scent of burnt skin. Celia and Karla went upstairs to the kitchen and had a glass of wine. Through the open basement door, they could hear DeeDee shrieking. It was music to their ears.

The women were still using the one sided slingshots on DeeDee's pussy and the sjambok on her ass, genitals, and thighs when Karla went back to the basement; she saw that DeeDee was striped, black and blue, front and back from her knees to her dangling breasts. Her nipples and breasts were skewered with what seemed to be dozens of acupuncture needles. Her sobs and moans brought smiles to the faces of 'her' witches.

Karla asked the witches to lower DeeDee but not before bestowing the grand prize. She handed the butt plug to the woman DeeDee had been competing with and told her to place it where DeeDee would be wearing it.

The woman took the butt plug and shoved it into DeeDee's ass without the benefit of lubrication. The other women clapped. They lowered DeeDee and helped her to a chair. She still had the butt plug in her rear. It would have to be pried out of her.

Karla, then, turned on the closed circuit television set, and the women witnessed the last coven and tonight's coven on tape. Karla and Celia had stayed out of the camera range and so were not in the scenes.

Karla told DeeDee she would show the tape to the police if the Wicca were not disbanded, or if DeeDee ever told anyone about Ken's exploitation of women. If one shred of scandal reached daylight by any one the women, the tape would be shown.

Since the tape showed DeeDee beating and abusing the other women of the Wicca, she would most certainly end up in prison. She told the women to take DeeDee home and never speak to her or Celia again. She handed each of the six winners a package containing their Ben Wa balls. She asked them to wait until they got home to insert them. She wanted them out the door as soon as possible.

The women left taking the injured DeeDee, her prize still up her ass, with them. Karla locked the basement door and went upstairs to the bedroom. She undressed and got into bed beside Celia. She kissed Celia and told her that the second iteration of Ken's Wicked Wiccan Wednesday was now a thing of the past. Celia hugged her and kissed her passionately.

When Karla finally turned the lights out, Carla asked, "What was in the wooden urn on the fireplace mantel, Karla? We flushed Ken's ashes down the toilet the day we brought them home from the crematorium. What did you have placed in the Ben Wa balls and the butt plug?"

"Dirt, Celia, dirt from the back yard."

*****

There you have it, dear readers. Ta daa, the end of Joanna's Story.

Are you satisfied, TT?

TT has apologized profusely, for using coercion, nay -- (sexual) extortion to get me to write Chapter 05 and this epilogue to suit her; therefore, I won't reveal her dirty little secret to the Literotica world.

Like hell, I won't.

If you must know what it is, read my light lesbian story, The Library. Read what Jan does with her roommate Andrea's permission. Although I have used TT's actions quite a few times in my stories, I really didn't want to shout from the rooftops that TT had performed them while at university. She wasn't out of the closet in those days.

So far, only my editor and a Literotica correspondent, Jim, know TT's dirty little secret. Now, you will know.

Thank you, dear readers, for persevering to the bitter end. Please e-mail me if the story pleased you, or if you found it offensive (I'll let TT read the negative feedback). If you do e-mail me, I'll tell you what effect TT's dorm escapade has had on her to this very day.

I told you I'd get even with you, TT.

Raven