The Sad Saga of Stella:
The Swinging Stellar Sister of the Seventies!
By Marcus Lycus
Special Halloween issue! Meet Lorelei the Moon Witch, but is she a friend or a deadly foe?
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Marcus Lycus
October 2007
Issue 4 – Stella: The Super Cinderella of the Moon Witch
“Stars and comets! That strange spooky mansion just appeared out of nowhere! How can it be?”
The Minx whipped out her binoculars and looked up at the wooded hills overlooking Gothic Heights. “It’s certainly strange, I know the city like the back of my hand and I’ve never seen anything like that mansion.”
“I’ll check it out!” Stella took off without another word.
“Stella! Wait!”
“Don’t worry Minx, it’s just a house, and I’m Stella, what could happen?” Then she was gone.
The Minx fired off a diamond-tipped spike and swung from a line. “Being the most powerful woman in the world means nothing if you’re caught by surprise.” She muttered as she swung after her friend.
***
It had taken Stella almost three days to find her way back to Earth after her misadventure with Univac. Luckily she was still in the same solar system, if Univac had traveled much farther she might never have returned.
She told the Minx everything. Everything. Her jealousy. Her loneliness. Even her horniness. She was embarrassed how easily Univac had taken advantage of her feelings. The Minx apologized for ‘stealing’ her man and promised to help Stella find a way to enjoy a normal, healthy, love life.
But for now the foxy heroine was more worried about her friend’s overconfidence.
***
Stella circled the spooky mansion a few times but even with her Stellar Sight she couldn’t see inside. Finally she landed in front of the yard. It was overgrown with weeds and surrounded by a rusty fence. To all appearances the wooden gothic mansion had been there for years, but the heroine knew it had only appeared moments ago. She opened the gate and it swung with a shrill creak. Stella hesitantly took a few steps into the yard.
“Hello?” She cried out. A black cat ran in front of her, some bats took flight and in the distance she heard a wolf howl. But nothing else. “Anyone here?”
“Why hello there!”
Stella turned; suddenly there was a queer girl behind her. It was a teenaged girl dressed in a short black dress, slit up to her hip. She had a pointy hat on her head and a broom in her hand. She looked almost exactly like a stereotypical witch, though prettier than most depictions. The girl casually closed the gate.
“Um, hi. I’m Stella. Who are you? How did this strange house come to suddenly appear?”
“Hmm? Our house has always been here. Maybe you’re the one who suddenly appeared.”
“No, look outside that gate, that’s my city there, Mega-“ Stella froze. She’d looked but instead of her modern metropolis she saw an endless spooky forest. “Stars and comets…” She whispered.
“Well it seems you’re the stranger here not I. So let me offer you some hospitality. Won’t you come in?”
“OK… I guess.”
The inside of the house was just as spooky as the outside. It was lit only by a few candles and the fire in the hearth. Cobwebs and dust were everywhere. All the furniture was old and eerie. The chairs and tables had odd carvings of bats and goblins all over them and strange writing that Stella’s couldn’t quite focus on. There was cauldron boiling in the fireplace and the aroma from it filled the house. Stella shook her head, she was a bit dizzy. Her hostess showed her to an ornate wooden chair and a small table. She fetched two bowls of soup and two mugs. “Please, eat.” She said with a gesture. Stella dived in, she was suddenly very hungry.
“My name is Lorelei Lune, this is my mother’s house but she is not here now. Perhaps you have heard of her, her name is Celeste Lune.”
“Celeste…” Stella said thinking. “I have heard that name…”
“Perhaps her picture will help you remember.” Lorelei gestured to a painting on the wall. Stella squinted at it in the dim light, it was a more stereotypical witch than Lorelei. She had warts, a long hooked nose and even a bit of hair on her chin. Stella snapped her fingers and jumped her feet knocking over the chair and breaking a vase.
“The Moon Witch! That strange sorceress from another dimension who bedeviled Stellar Man! Of course, why didn’t I see it sooner!”
“Yes, they had some interesting times together.”
“Interesting times? She turned him into a newt!”
“He got better.”
“True, but she was one of Stellar Man’s most irritating foes, and you say she’s your mother?”
“Yes, she’s retired now, gone to live in the Old Witches Home but she recommended I look up her old friend. I hear your cousin is gone as well, but that’s OK, I’m sure you and I can play some games together.” Lorelei got up and put her hands on Stella’s shoulders, she looked right into Stella’s bright blue eyes with her own black ones.
Stella shook her head and pulled back. “Sorry but no. I remember Stellar Man’s stories and if your games are anything like your mother’s I want nothing to do with them!”
“So you refuse my hospitality?”
“And how! Now tell me how to get home.”
“Well… if you are not my guest then I must ask that you reimburse me for the food you have eaten and the vase you broke.”
“Reimburse? Um, OK, I just have to go home and get my wallet.”
“I’m afraid your Dayworld money is no good here in our World of Shadows. No, you’ll have to work off the debt I think.”
“Work it off?”
“Yes, cleaning, cooking and other household chores. I think that will be appropriate.”
“Fine. Stars and comets, with my powers I can clean even a filthy house like this one in five minutes.” Stella took three steps forward and jumped into the air, planning to clean the place at Stellar Speed.
Instead she fell down face first.
And broke another plate.
“What? My powers? They’re gone!”
“Yes of course. Didn’t Stellar Man tell you your scientific powers don’t work in this land of magic?”
“N-no.” Stella started to feel very vulnerable and very afraid.
“And now you’ve broken something else. I think you’ll have to work until the sun rises to reimburse me for this debt.”
“Until sunrise?”
“Yes, I think that’s fair. After all I can only contact your world during the night of the full moon and I imagine you’ll want to return.”
“Um, OK. Until sunrise. That can’t be too bad; it was already midnight when I arrived.” Stella agreed. What a horrible fate! She was just glad the Minx wasn’t there to see it, she didn’t want another lecture about overconfidence. This was the second time this week Stella was powerless in the clutches of a foe. Stella was learning about overconfidence the hard way.
***
The Minx landed outside the mansion just as the first cop cars pulled up. “Hey Foxy!” Detective Stanley called out.
“That’s the Minx, Detective, I think you can remember my proper codename.”
Gregg was taken aback until he saw her wink at him. Then he nodded and put on his professional voice. “Uh, yes Minx. As you can see we have a spooky mansion that appeared out of nowhere. We think we can hear sounds from it but they’re very distorted.”
The two stopped and listened. There was a high-pitched squeal coming from inside, like an 8-track tape on fast forward. “How strange. There’s only one way to get to the bottom of this.” The Minx strode up to the gate and pulled. It didn’t move. Detective Stanley pulled as well but the gate would not budge.
***
“Well if you’re to be my serving wench you’ll need to get out of those queer clothes.” Lorelei took a twisted wand from her sleeve and passed it over Stella’s costume. “Lothescay Hangecay!” She cried and the colorful costume was transformed into a ragged dress of faded blue cotton. Crude red patches covered holes in it, including one shaped like an ‘S’ over her left breast. The red cape became an apron, faded until it was a pale pink. The red ballet slippers disappeared entirely. Stella was now a barefoot Cinderella in the power of a wicked witch.
Stella looked at herself and sobbed.
“Come now serving wench, it’s only for one night! There’s a broom and dust pan over there, you can start by cleaning up the dishes you broke.”
“OK, yeah, I mean it seems the least I can do.”
“I think you mean; Yes mistress Lune.”
Stella scowled.
“Now serving wench!”
Stella shook her head. “No way! I won’t play this game! Turn my costume back, I’m leaving!”
The Moon Witch hissed like a cat and raised her twisted wooden wand. Stella felt suddenly powerless and vulnerable. She hated magic!
She turned and ran from the house. The twigs and rocks in the yard hurt her tender feet but she kept running. The rusty iron gate wasn’t far. She could only see gnarled trees and the dark forest beyond it but Stella hoped by passing through the gate itself she’d return to Megapolis, get her powers back and be with her friend. Just a few more steps and-
“Ootsray rabgay!”
THUD!
Stella sprawled on the ground, her body cut by thorns, branches poking into her sides, sharp rocks jutting into her breasts. Her bare feet were entangled in weeds.
“Oppsy” Lorelei chuckled. “Did you fall down? Well let me help you up. Rucifycay!” She waved her wand again.
The branches and weeds reformed themselves. Weeds became ropes and branches beams lashing the struggling blonde to an ‘X’ shaped frame with Stella’s wrists and ankles bound at each point. Thorns dug into her wrists and legs, branches jutted into her back.
“NO! Stop!” She shouted futilely.
“Well if you won’t be my serving wench, like you promised, perhaps you can serve as my scarecrow hmmm?” She ran her long nails up Stella’s stomach to her modest breasts. She rubbed a breast a few times and then locked the nipple in a cruel pinch.
“Ahhhh!” Stella cried out involuntarily.
“Good, good, just keep making noises like that and you’ll keep all the crows away.” She pinched her again but this time the blonde bit her lip to stay silent.
“Oh that won’t do. Crows here in the Shadow World don’t scare so easy. A quiet scarecrow will never do the job.”
Stella struggled again in her bonds but the magical rope held her helplessly. “Listen just let me go! I’ll… I’ll do it; I’ll scrub your darn floors OK?”
“Oh my Scrub girl of the Stars that’s very kind but it’s a bit late now. No, I think you’ll do much better as my Stellar Scarecrow, we just have to find a way to keep you making noise.” She picked a turnip on the ground and smiled. “I think I know a way…”
“N-no, wait, not again, no… NO!”
“Leasurepay Tellasay!” Lorelei waved her wand and the turnip flew between the blonde girl’s legs, forcing itself into her dry and closed vagina.
“Uh… ug…” The girl grunted from the pain, trying to force the intruder out. Lorelei watched the struggle on Stella’s face, and shook her head. This would never do. “Tellasay Elaxray!” She said with one last wave of her wand. The blonde’s face fell instantly, her full lips forming a perfect O as the spell took effect.
“Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!” She moaned. Lorelei giggled, “Good! Good! I’ll be back in a few hours to see how my Stellar Scarecrow is getting along.”
Stella desperately tried to expel the enchanted root from between her legs but it wouldn’t budge. For the second time in a week the frustrated young girl was forced to helplessly endure erotic torture. She tried to focus on something else, to ignore the feelings in her body but it was too strong.
“S-stars and cuh-comet… FUCK!” She bellowed. Several crows took off from the yard. Stella almost laughed.
Whatever Lorelei did to that turnip sure worked. Stella could feel it vibrate, thrust, twist and rotate within her, never falling into a patter it kept her helplessly stimulated as she hung from the X.
“OH JESUS CHRIST!” She screamed.
***
The Minx and Stanley froze, that last squeal was the loudest yet. The gate still did not budge. The Minx scowled. “Forget this, I’m going in.” Before the officer could stop her she took a step back and jumped the spiked iron fence.
And landed fifty feet away, on the other side of the yard.
“What the fu-, I mean uh, great Scott.”
Stanley trotted up to her. “Weird.” He tossed a rock; it went over the fence and landed in the spooky yard. He stuck his hand through the fence; it went through without any problem. He and the Minx nodded to each other and jumped the fence together.
And landed fifty feet away next to the gate. Still helplessly outside the fence.
“I guess someone doesn’t want us going in.” Stanley said helplessly.
The Minx peered into the yard. She thought she saw a blue and red blur. But when she looked again it was gone.
***
Hours passed. Stella thought by now she must be exhausted but somehow the enchanted root inside her kept up the pressure. Her voice was hoarse from her cries. She couldn’t believe there was a crow within a hundred miles at this point. She moaned softly she could feel another orgasm building within.
Then-
“Eleaseray Tellasay!”
She fell to the ground, as limp as a rag doll. She felt the turnip fall from between her legs. She looked ahead, into her own face reflected in Lorelei’s sexy black boots.
“Is… is it dawn? Can… can I go?”
“Dawn? So soon? Why my little Scarecrow we have twenty or thirty hours until dawn. Time is a little different here in the World of Shadows.”
“Twenty or thirty hours… stars and comets…” Stella whispered.
“Come now, it’s bath time.” She turned on her heel and began to walk. She left a wooden bucket and basket on the ground. Stella climbed to feet, picked up the items and slowly followed Lorelei.
No…
Mistress Lune, she corrected herself.
The witch opened the rusty old gate and passed through. Stella felt a bit of hope as she passed through but it was quickly dashed. Stepping through the gate just brought her into the spooky forest, it wasn’t a way home.
The path was rough and rocky; Stella’s bare feet were abused again. Low hanging branches lashed her face and her legs. Ahead of her Lorelei seemed to have no problems.
The path headed downwards, Stella could hear water. They came to a moonlit lake.
“Beautiful…” Stella whispered.
“Why thank you my Scullery Maid of the Stars” Lorelei answered. While Stella was looking at the lake she had dropped her black dress and exposed her naked body.
Stella looked and had to admit the witch was beautiful as well. Full breasts and hips were accented by a wasp-like waist. She looked more like some frustrated comic book artist’s idealized woman than anything real. Her nipples were almost as dark as her locks and pubic hair, her skin was as white as the moonlight. The witch turned and stepped confidently into the lake, quickly reaching deep water that went up to her breasts. She splashed water on her shoulders and face.
“Well?” She called out.
Stella took a step forward but pulled her foot back, the water was cold!
“You’re not planning on coming in wearing that are you?” The witch said contemptuously. Stella hesitated.
“Perhaps you would be happier as a toad?” The witch added.
Stella got the point. She pulled off the ragged dress that was once her proud costume and carefully folded it and placed it next to the witch’s dress and wand. She turned towards the lake, a hand over her breasts, another over her blond thatch. The witch tsk’ed and gestured. Stella removed her hands and let the witch look at her naked body.
Despite the cuts and bruises from the forest Stella was still, well… stellar. Like the witch her skin was pale but more pink than white. Her breasts were more modest, but her pink nipples protruded dramatically. She could feel goose bumps rising on her skin. The witch gestured for her to come.
Stella took the bucket and soap and gingerly put her toe into the water. IT WAS SO COLD! She slowly took another step in, then a third. Her teeth started to chatter. She pulled her arms close in and took another step. She gasped as the water got deeper and touched her pussy, still wet and open after her time in the garden. She took the next few steps quickly and reached the naked witch.
Lorelei was smiling; she splashed the blond girl and made her squeal. Then she turned her back and gestured for Stella to wash it.
The shivering blond girl dipped the soap bar in the cold water and started to scrub the witch’s back and shoulders.
“You said I am beautiful?” The witch suddenly asked.
“Um… yes” Stella said hesitantly.
“Why?”
“Well because you are.”
“Oh you can be honest with me, I know I am hideous. My skin is too smooth, without warts. My face unlined and hairless and my breasts stick out far too much. My back is straight, without even a small hump, my legs too long and firm. Mum says it’s just an awkward phase and that I’ll grow out of it in a century or two but for now… I guess I’m stuck.”
“Huh? No, no, I mean in my world everyone would say you’re beautiful. Even more beautiful than me.”
“Truly? Do you think I’m beautiful?”
“Me? Um, I mean yes, very.”
“Do you desire me?”
“What? I mean, um, I’m a girl.”
“And?”
“Well, girls don’t like girls, I mean, like that.”
The witch laughed musically, “Really? What a sad world you must live in.” The witch turned around and playfully splashed her again. Stella flinched and looked away. When she looked back she was staring right at Lorelei’s bare breasts. The witch smiled and pointed. “Well? Wash them.”
Stella nodded meekly and applied her soapy hands to the large globes. It felt so funny. She noticed the witch’s nipples were becoming hard. Funny, the cold water didn’t bother her before. Stella didn’t want to think about that that might mean.
Not that she had much of choice. Lorelei leaned close, their breasts touched, she went to kiss Stella, the blonde turned her head away. The witch sighed elaborately and pulled back. “As you wish my Serving girl of the Stars, I am hardly one for force myself on the unwilling.”
Stella opened her mouth to bring up the turnip incident but thought better of it.
“Go back to shore, prepare my towel, I will return shortly.”
The witch dove into the dark water and disappeared. Stella stood there for another minute, confused and cold, before returning. She put her ragged dress back on and sat in the dirt thinking.
“Two girls?
How?
I guess you’d use fingers… she flexed hers and wiggled them.
I’m powerless here, I could do it. It would be totally safe. No one would even know. But is that what I want? It’s gotta beat a robot, or a turnip…” She chuckled.
She watched the witch swimming on her back. Her breasts were sticking up like two little islands.
Stella shook her head. No. She couldn’t, she just couldn’t.
The witch started to head in. Stella got to her feet and picked up a towel.
***
“Damn it!” The Minx cursed breaking another diamond-tipped lock pick. “I can open any lock on Earth in under a minute! What the fuck is this thing!”
“Don’t think it’s from Earth Foxy.”
“Thank you for that penetrating insight Officer Stanley” she said icily. The pair had dismissed the other cops; there didn’t seem any point in having a dozen officers sitting around watching a spooky house.
“Y’know there were always rumors about these woods, they said Stellar Man would disappear in them sometimes.”
“Hmm? There’s nothing about that in his files.”
“Like I said, they were just rumors.” He sat down on the hood of his car. “Looks like there’s nothing to do but wait.”
The Minx threw up her hands and rose to her feet. “Why does she do these things? I mean yes, she’s the most powerful woman on Earth but why can’t she think before she does something?”
Gregg shrugged. “I dunno. A lot of people are like that. It’s like they figure bad things only happen to other people. And I guess with someone like her, she’s usually right. Hell for all we know she’s having the time of her life in there.”
The Minx sat down on the hood next to him. “Guess we wait then.”
“Yup.”
“Gonna be a cold night.”
“Guess we’ll have to keep warm somehow.” He put his arm around her shoulders. She put her head on his shoulder and kissed him. He started unbuttoning her mink coat.
***
Stella heard a branch snap behind her, someone was coming. All this time she had not seen a single person here except for the witch, she had started to think they were alone here in this World of Shadows.
She was glad she had put her ragged dress back on.
“Hello, pretty-pretty… pretty-pretty!”
A hairy foot was stepping on Lorelei’s black dress. Several short hairy men emerged from the woods carrying spears and clubs. Their heads were oversized, taking up almost a third of their height. The oversized heads were rimmed with wild hair and beards, their mouths were filled with sharp teeth. Their skin was a dusty brown and they only wore leather pouches over their loins. They were no more than 3’ tall but looked vicious and mean.
“Boggies!” Lorelei yelled.
One of the boggies reached down and pulled Lorelei’s wand from her dress.
“No wandy-wand for pretty-pretty!”
Lorelei gasped. Suddenly the naked witch looked very, very scared.
Stella moved in front of her.
“Can you do magic without your wand?”
“Not even one spell!”
“Stars and comets…”
The boggies moved around them cutting off the path.
“And I don’t suppose they’re friends.”
“Cannibals actually. Though they’ll probably rape us first.”
“Oh…”
Powerless or not, Stella knew it was time to act. She spread out the towel like a matador’s cape and took a sudden step to the right.
The boggies readied their spears, but she was already moving left. She threw the towel blinding two of them and shoved them over. Lorelei ran through the gap heading for her house.
Stella was three steps behind her when a boggie lassoed her with a vine rope. Stella fell to the ground. On her knees she managed to pull the 3’ tall boggie a few feet before his buddies joined in and pulled her back.
They swarmed over the helpless woman. In minutes Stella was helplessly bound. She was placed on her belly and her wrists were crossed and lashed together to a long pole behind her. Her ankles were similarly tied. The boggies lifted her by the pole like some piece of meat and with a cry of triumph walked back into the forest.
Through tears Stella looked up the path, she imagined she could catch one last glimpse of Lorelei’s naked body fleeing up the hill.
***
“Ah! Not again! Stop! Stars and comets stop!” The thorn bush tore through Stella’s ragged dress cutting her tender skin. One long thorn lodged itself in her left breast, sticking out like a little flag.
It was the third time the boggies had dragged her sideways through a thorn bush and each time they howled with laughter at her cries. They were enjoying her pain, laughing at her suffering. Stella started to get really scared.
Wiggling her head around, she could see a fire up ahead and hear chanting. They were getting close to their destination.
The whole village cheered when the hunting party returned. Boggies began beating drums, chanting and dancing. They threw more wood on the fire. Stella saw them setting up two forked poles at each end of the fire, like they were going to cook some meat.
The boggies placed her on her back in the dirt next to the fire. Embers stung her; one came by sprinkling her with some kind of oil and dusting her with some pepper.
Stella shuddered again, no! They couldn’t! This couldn’t be real! This couldn’t happen to her!
She looked all around for someone to talk to, someone to plead with. Then she saw him.
He fatter and taller than any other boggie she had seen. He was still on a wood chair and wearing a necklace of while sticks. At least she hoped they were sticks, cause they sure looked like bones. One boggie came up to him, kneeled and gave him Lorelei’s wand; the fat one tucked it into his loincloth. Stella figured he must be the chief.
“Hey, um… You don’t want to eat me do you? I… I taste awful!”
The chief was not impressed.
“I could, um… scrub the floor?”
No response.
“You could, uh… I mean Lorelei said you were going to…”
The chief leaned forward.
Stella wiggled her ass against the rough pole, making her ragged dress ride up until her patch of golden hair emerged. With her ankles bound all she could do was spread her knees as wide as she could.
“Um…” She swallowed hard.
“Uh…” She squeezed her eyes shut, she couldn’t believe what she was about to say.
“Don’t you want to… you know… f-fuh-make love?”
The boggie chief grunted in her direction and climbed out of his crude throne. He waddled towards her. Stella didn’t know whether to be hopeful or fearful. Well anything was better than being cooked right?
He took out a crude knife. Stella shrieked!
But he only cut the vines on her ankles. Her legs were free; she stretched them a few times to get circulation back. The boggie chief started to look annoyed. He adjusted his loincloth. Stella swallowed hard and spread them in a V.
“Um… I guess you wan-WAH!”
She cried out as he penetrated her dry pussy. It hurt! Not only was she completely closed and dry (funny how unerotic the threat of being cooked and eaten was) but he was huge. It was like having a baseball bat rammed up her pussy! The chief’s clawed hands scratched her bucking pelvis as she tried to shake him loose. Stella felt them draw blood.
He pulled out of the gasping girl and grunted something. The crowd of boggies cheered. The one who spoke some English knelt next to her and whispered.
“Bossy-boss thinked you too big. Girl part big like cave. But you small, like sheep. Bossy-boss like.”
Stella just screamed again as the chief rammed inside. And rammed her again. And again.
She lost count of how many times he reamed her but finally she felt something hot and sticky flow down her legs and she knew he was done.
Fear gripped her again.
Now what?
The boss was standing over her. His deflated cock still hanging down like a third leg, dripping sperm and twitching. The knife was in his hands. He walked up to her head and raised the knife.
And brought it down on the vines. Stella wrists were freed. She gasped in surprise. The boss grunted something and waddled back to his throne. Stella just lay there in the dirt.
“Bossy-boss say you his girly-girl now. You go with.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah… great.”
Stella shakily got to her feet. The boggie tugged on the hem of her dress and shook his head. “You no need.”
Stella hesitated for a second but shrugged. It’s not like things could get any worse for her. She pulled off the dress and dropped it in the dirt. She walked over and kneeled down next to the throne. The chief put his hand in her hair and stroked it. Not quite sure what was expected of her, Stella put her head in his lap.
She saw the boggies bring out a small white horse with a single horn. They slit the unicorn’s throat, skinned it and tied it to the same pole. She saw them put it on the fire. She winced when she heard its meat crackle. Suddenly things didn’t look so bad. Not as bad as they could be at any rate.
***
The feast went on for a while. There was dancing and chanting and drumming as the boggies consumed the unicorn. The chief stayed on his throne, tearing at a leg, letting juice dribble down his belly. He offered a piece to Stella, she nibbled on it. He even gave her a sip from his goblet of some hot red wine. It was surprisingly good.
Then the drumming and dancing stopped, she saw some boggies had collapsed into the dirt, passed out drunk. But some were still staggering around, they were all looking at the chief, they started chanting something. The chief thought about it a minute and nodded.
Dozens of tiny hands tore Stella away from him, before she could react a pole had been put on her shoulders and her hands were tied to it. She was thrown back down in the dirt next to the fire. The boggies squabbled and formed a queue.
“No… stars and comets no…” She turned to the chief. “I thought I was your girl! He said I was your girl!”
“Bossy-boss good bossy-boss. Bossy-boss share.”
“Stars and comets…” The queue was getting quite long. Stella squeezed her eyes shut.
Two boggies held her horizontally by the pole while two more drove stakes into the ground and tied her ankles to them. Her legs were forced apart.
The first one advanced, dropping his loincloth and grunting like an excited pig. He fell forward onto his hands and knees and grunted some more.
Stella opened her eyes a crack, the boggie was getting fatter, his body even hairier, his grunts higher, more like squeals. He ran up to her and sniffed her breasts. He was a pig!
And the other boggies were falling to the ground as well, grunting and squealing.
Stella looked up. There! Silhouetted against the moon was a familiar figure in a black dress standing on a broomstick. She was sprinkling silvery dust on the boggie camp.
“Oggiesbay Ecomebay Igspay!” She yelled over and over again.
The remaining boggies ran for the woods but Lorelei swooped down after them still yelling her enchantment. Finally only the fat chief was left. Lorelei landed and faced him with a smile.
The chief drew his knife and charged the witch.
“Ntangleeay!” She yelled and vines wrapped themselves around his hairy feet, he stumbled and came to a halt. Now he was the one looking afraid.
“I’ll take that” she added and gestured. Her wand flew from his belt to her hand. She waved it a few times, testing the balance.
“You would not believe how hard it is to cast even the simplest spells without this!”
“Lorelei!” Stella cried out. “You came back for me! Oh I knew you would! I knew it!”
“Ebay Reefay!” Lorelei said and Stella’s bonds released her. She ran up and hugged the witch. “Thank you, oh thank you”.
Lorelei patted the naked girl on the back. “Now, now you’re making a fool of yourself. First of all I didn’t come back for you - why you’re barely adequate as a serving girl – I came back for my wand. Second of all if you must embrace me, please dress yourself” she sniffed the air “and perhaps a bath would be in order as well. And third, I must say despite everything I am quite happy I arrived before anything untoward happened to you, why if those filthy beasts had touched you I would never allow you back in my house!”
“Um, yeah… right… good thing nothing happened… to me…” Stella let go and picked up her dress from where it had been trampled into the mud.
“Now come, let us leave this place.” Lorelei got on the broom sidesaddle and gestured for Stella to join her. The girl of the stars climbed on behind the witch, and put her arms around Lorelei’s slender waist. The broom rose gracefully into the air.
“What about him?” Stella asked.
“Hmm…” Lorelei looked at the chief, still bound in the center of the camp, and thought for a second. “Oh I think I know what would be appropriate. So you were planning to cook us? Well then, Urnbay Oreverfay!”
The chief’s hair and skin burst into flame. He shrieked and stumbled into the cooking fire. The bonfire flared up, bigger and brighter than before.
As the heroine and witch flew away he was still screaming.
Stella could hear it for miles.
***
“Much better!” Lorelei said looking at Stella’s naked body. She had carefully scrubbed the skinny blonde teen from head to toe until the last traces of her ordeal were gone. Stella smiled bashfully at the witch. Her touch had been so tender, so warm. It almost made her forget what she had been through. She was ashamed to admit it but the treatment had left her more than a little aroused. She hoped the witch didn’t notice.
“T-thank you Lorelei.”
“Now then, I believe you wished to thank me.”
“Huh?”
“Oh Stella, please don’t be coy, your body betrays you.”
“I…”
Lorelei pulled a drawstring, her black dress fell to the floor, she was as naked as the blond. She put her arms around the skinnier girl and hugged her close. Stella shyly put her own arms around the bustier brunette. She kissed her cheek. Lorelei turned her head so they were eye-to-eye. She smiled. She kissed Stella’s full lips. Stella felt the witch’s tongue probing her mouth and extended her own, they met and twisted together.
Stella felt a moment of dizziness as the witch pulled her onto the bed. She felt Lorelei’s strong hand on her wrist, guiding the blonde’s delicate fingers between her legs. Stella could feel the warmth and dampness there. She rubbed it gently, coaxingly. She kissed Lorelei’s neck and shoulders. She sucked on her full breasts. She felt Lorelei’s labia open and hesitantly inserted a finger, then another. She turned them slowly. The witch sighed. Stella moved her fingers faster, then slower, then faster, in-and-out. The witch’s sighs became moans, then cries, and finally a scream “YES, BY HECATE! YES!” Lorelei’s body jerked like she was having a seizure, her back arched upwards throwing Stella off the bed onto the hard wooden floor. Then the witch sighed and settled back to the bed.
Stella slowly got up. It was only then she realized that Lorelei hadn’t touched her. And she was still horny.
“Um…” She said.
“Hmm? Oh yes, quite well done my scullery maid of the stars. Quite well done indeed.”
Stella put one leg on the bed but Lorelei pushed it off.
“Oh I think I’ve had enough for now.”
“Um… but… I…we…”
“Oh you can sleep in the basket over there.” She pointed at a basket at the foot of the bed. “I think you’ve earned it.” The witch pulled the blankets over her body.
“Um… yes mistress. T-thank you mistress.”
But Lorelei had already rolled over and fallen asleep.
Stella pulled a patched and threadbare blanket over herself. Somehow she suspected sleep would be long in coming.
***
“Uh… uh… uh…”
“Oh stop that infernal racket!” Lorelei said.
Stella looked up from her basket, one hand between her legs.
“Indbay aggay!” The witch said and fell back asleep.
The blanket wrapped itself around Stella’s wrists and ankles. One end inserted itself in her mouth.
Stella lay awake and frustrated for hours before finally collapsing into a troubled sleep.
***
Stella’s cheek was warm.
She cracked her eyes.
Sunlight! There was sunlight coming through the window! Her long, long night here was over.
Lorelei was already on her feet and dressed.
Stella painfully crawled out of her basket and reached for her ragged and filthy dress.
She made breakfast for the witch and stood while she ate it. The witch thumbed through a spellbook while she ate ignoring the blonde next to her. At last Lorelei turned to her and smiled.
“One night, what was the deal wasn’t it?”
“Yes mistress.”
“I suppose you’ll want to return home now.”
“I…” She looked down Lorelei’s dress at her full breasts; she remembered the witch’s warm touch. “I do. Mistress. If you want me to.”
“Well I won’t keep you!” She pointed out the door at the gate. “Don’t forget to shut it behind you!”
“Um, great… I guess I’ll go then…” She turned to leave.
“Say Stella?”
“Yes?”
“Did you enjoy our little games?”
“I… I don’t know.”
Lorelei smiled. “Well then we must play them again I guess.”
“Um…”
Stella turned away quickly and slowly walked across the garden.
***
“Hey! Gate’s opening!” Gregg quickly pulled on his shirt and started buttoning it.
The Minx reached for her lacy black bra but decided there wasn’t enough time, she hid it behind her and just pulled her coat closed.
Sure enough the rusty iron gate was opening and in the twilight of dawn they could just make out a sad-looking blonde in a ragged dress. But as she stepped through the gate the dress became a familiar outfit of red hot pants, a blue top and a red cape. And the sad-looking blonde became a sad-looking Stella.
The Minx ran over to her.
“Stella what happened! What was in there! Why are you so dirty! Oh Stella!” She hugged her friend and pulled her close. “Stella never, ever do something like that again. Promise OK? Promise!”
“I… I really don’t want to talk about it right now… I um… I need a shower… I’ll see you later OK?” The blonde pulled loose from her friend and took off.
Gregg and the Minx stood there shaking their heads.
“What the heck was that about? She looked like she went through hell in there.”
“I don’t know but if that gate’s open we can get some answers-“ Gregg turned and looked.
The gate, the house and the garden were gone. Like they had never been.
Afterword
Well there’s your special spooky Halloween issue! Like a lot of my stories I started months ago and worked on it off and on so it’s just good luck it came out for Halloween. And it’s a coincidence that I wrote two stories this month where heroines are forced to act as maids. I don’t have the fetish. Really!
With the characters and setting more or less established I can now focus on the good stuff. Like lesbianism.
And fem-dom.
And humiliation.
And midget rape.
And of course Evil Dead style tree rape.
Gotta have it.
Sorry for the pig Latin magic words, I was reading Harry Potter when I wrote this and it seemed funny at the time.
Marcus Lycus
October 2007
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