Lilith
By Wholeman

Disclaimer:
This story is for adults only and contains material unsuitable for children. If you are underage in your state, country, or school district, do not read any further. If you are technically an adult and should you find yourself becoming offended, stop reading and seek entertainment elsewhere. (Or counseling, as the case may be.)
If you are afraid of strange ideas, this is not the story for you. They don’t come much stranger than this.
Any resemblance between characters in this story and historical, mythical, or imaginary persons is purely coincidental.

Introduction
My name is Arthur Frederick Holyman. No, I am not in the clergy, although I have family who are.
My grandfather, like many Americans emigrated from England after WWII’
I am retired and 66 years old and suffer from many ailments, Diabetes, Gout, Arthritis, Allergies, Kidney Disease, had dozens of surgeries throughout my life and a slew of other minor problems.
So, when my doorbell rang at my home living on the far outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada, you could say I was surprised, but not as surprised as when I saw what was standing on my doorstep! A man wearing a Bowler hat, looking as though he was spat out of a Sherlock Holms novel!
I mean many times when someone rang my doorbell, I would just ignore it, but this was just too weird and I had to know…
I opened the door and the person standing there said, “Ah, yes, very good! You would be Arthur Frederick Holyman, I presume?”
“Who’s asking?” I replied suspiciously.
“I am a Solicitor from Brimley house in England!”
“Can’t you read? The sign says ‘No Solicitors’”, I told him, preparing to close the door.
He, sort of, snorted a laugh and stated, “I see the confusion! We are separated by a common language! ‘Ah hah! In American, I am considered a lawyer!”
He further went on to say, “I have been sent here on the bidding of a contract so old that everyone in the firm placed a bet on whether or not it could be accomplished! For over 1000 years, we have held an item which was to be given to you upon the death of your great aunt Hilda!”
“Well, I do have a great aunt Hilda in England…” I recalled.
“In that case I fear that I am the bearer of sad news…” he told me.
“Somewhat expected though, she was 112 years old,” I surmised.
“Quite… However, this triggered our expressed duty to deliver this box into your hands, and only your hands!” he insisted. I would please require a piece of photo identification before I can deliver your inheritance!”
I showed him my passport.
“What a relief!” he sighed, “Would you mind if I took a photograph of you?”
“Whatever,” I told him.
He flashed a picture on his cell phone, “You’ll see why this is so astounding in a moment!” He dug into a satchel at his side and drew out a small box made entirely of gold, “This is yours! My firm has been waiting over 1000 years to deliver this to you! Look closely and you will see that your image was engraved on this box before it was entrusted to us!”
Yah right, an old guy with a beard! A hundred other guys look just like me! But then I think, how the hell old did he say this box is?
“So, is this box valuable?” I ask innocently.
“Valuable? The crown in England would covet this if they knew it existed! Even should it not be made from the purest gold ever assayed, as a historic artifact, it is beyond price! Just being able to deliver this, will give me rock star status in my law firm!” he enthused!
“The best our records can tell us, it was entrusted to us by a Nicholas Holyman, who claimed that he was following instructions handed down from father to son for generations!” was the last information he imparted.
He turned and headed towards a Mercedes Limousine flying the Union Jack, “Is that an ambassadorial limo?” I asked.
“Yes, the ambassador made it available for my use while I went to my long-ago agreed task!” he answered as he jumped into the vehicle.
I rattled my head, trying to make sense of what just happened. I watched them drive off and the reentered my abode with my gold box in tow, “So, box… tell me what you are and why you are here?”
The box wasn’t answering, so I turned it over in my hands and began trying to figure out how to open it. It was kind of the Rubik's Cube of Antiques, but with an IQ so high no one would ever tell me the actual number, it didn’t take long for me to figure out how to open the thing. Upon cracking open the gold box, what would I find within…? Nothing but a dark, smoky cloud?
The cloud formed a sphere in front of me and spoke into my mind, “Are there any women nearby?”
Aloud I replied, “None that I know of for miles…”
The smokiness swirled busily and finally spoke, “I am Lilith! I need a host to survive! If you would consent to be my host, I will give you back your youth and cure you of every medical malady that you currently suffer from!”
“Does that mean you would be in control of my body and I would be but a passenger?” I asked.
“No, on the contrary, you control our body unless you relinquish control to me. You could be sleeping while I deal with things you would not wish to deal with,” she informed me.
“So, you would not be able to do anything I do not want to do?” I tried to confirm.
“That is completely correct. Will you consent to be my host?” she asked again.
“What the hell, I’ve got few years left to me as it is. Gaining another 60 or 70 years just accepting a companion in my head shouldn’t be all bad,” I surmised, “Okay, so what do I need to do?”
“You have already done it my loving host!” whereupon the swirling cloud shot into my body and instantaneously I was sporting the biggest boner I’d had in 30 years! I could feel my cock getting the most outrageous blowjob of my life! Before IA knew it, I was ejaculating nonstop! Within seconds I passed out from pleasure overload!

Twilight
Sometime later I came to semi-wakefulness hearing, “My loving host, we need sustenance!”
I thought back, ‘Plenty of food in the freezer and refrigerator!”
“I am sorry my host, that will no longer sustain us. Do you know how we could contact a witch to help us?” my swirly cloud asked.
“Search the internet…” I thought back.
“Ah, I see in your mind… yes this might work!” she answered.
After that I faded back to darkness.

Wendy
Ding Dong!
Lilith uses voice command to unlock the door and speaks through the door’s camera saying, “Please come in. I am too weak to open the door for you.”
In walked a fashionably dressed mid-thirties, self-assured woman with shoulder length auburn hair, flanked by two enormous body guards, “Hi, I’m Wendy. Someone called for help from here?”
“On the contrary, a witch called for help from here.” Lilith replied. “My name is Lilith and my host is sleeping at this time, conserving energy.”
“How could you be in such need of sustenance? I can go for three or four days without,” Wendy asked.
“When you are using magic extensively, do you not need it more frequently?” Lilith asked back.
“Well, then maybe every other day…” she answered.
“It takes much more sustenance to bring youth back to one’s host, youngling!” Lilith informed her.
“My Witchling, Magdalene, is almost one thousand years old, ma’am,” Wendy informed me.
“When Magdalene was birthed, I was older than the moon!” Lilith replied.
“Surely that cannot be…” she said. “Whatever, you claim to be in need of sustenance. My bodyguards have volunteered to provide wat you need. Jeff. If you will…”
Jeff approached me and removed my masculine cut jeans and underwear, revealing my feminine cleft, which due to my pheromones had him sporting a tremendous woody! He quickly tried to quench the fire in his loins by dipping his member within my waiting nether lips. To his amazement, he began ejaculating almost immediately and it did not stop until he completely lost consciousness!
I quickly used the provided sustenance to further transform my host’s body. Becoming smaller, younger, bustier, with longer blonder hair and all in all prettier!
Once complete I beckoned over the other body guard who was most eager to enjoin with my younger, hotter body and was quickly relieved of all the semen he had, however, I was most careful to, as with the first man, not to damage his masculinity.
I pushed his unconscious body off of me with the help of Wendy.
“Oh, my fucking God! That was the most outrageous thing I ever saw! No witch I have ever heard of can alter her host’s body! I can tell it isn’t an illusion! Who the fuck are you?” Wendy screeched.
“I told you, I am Lilith! I am the first! I am mother to all Witchlings! I was released from my long imprisonment by my loving host! He will benefit from all the magical powers I have!” Lilith exclaimed.
“Did you say he…?” Wendy asked.
“Um… Ah… Yes, I did say he, but it was an emergency, and he agreed to be my host…” Lilith stammered.
“But you neglected to tell him he would have to become a woman for that to happen…” Wendy correctly assumed.
“Uh… Yes, that point did seem to be omitted…” Lilith admitted.
“Well, I’m glad you will have to be the one to deal with the consequences, and not me,” Wendy admitted.
“I did not violate the magic accords… technically,” Lilith claimed.
“I was speaking of your eternal inner conflict,” Wendy admitted.
“My host is very open minded in many areas and I plan to make accommodations for his eccentricities,” Lilith promised.
“On to more practical matter, how long until my bodyguards awaken?” she asked.
At that Jeff groaned, his eyes flickered open and he exclaimed, “I am in fucking love!”
Lilith snorted and said, “Sweety, you are in fucking lust! It takes time to be in love!”
“I will follow you around until I learn the difference!” he declared.
The other body guard had awakened and declared, “And I will also!”
“Hey, you two, remember who signs your paychecks?” Wendy broke in.
One of them says, “We quit!”
“Darn, if you quit, I suppose I’ll never see you again…” Lilith surmised.
Jeff quickly states his retraction, “Maybe you quit but I remain loyal to Miss Wendy, so long as she remains friends with Miss Lilith!”
“What the fuck! One sexual liaison with you and they are both ready to jump ship?” Wendy questioned?
“Are you kidding me? Are you telling me that you do not know how to power feed from a mundane man?” Lilith asked.
“What is ‘Power Feed’?” she asked.
“You never learned power feeding from communion with your mother at birth?” Lilith asked.
“What the hell is communion?” Wendy asked back. “Magdalene was birthed as her mother died at the hand of a Christian Priest! She knew not who or what she was, only that she must hide inside a maiden if she was to survive.”
“So, over the centuries, you have learned that you were born with certain talents and have exploited them to benefit your host,” I decided.
“Especially in my situation, I am talented in predilection, which has enabled me to amass quite a fortune,” she admitted.
“Well, I find myself in a needy position still. There is no way that my host has anything resembling proper clothing for my new body,” Lilith admitted.
“Honey, neither does any department store in the area! That body is exclusively custom!” Wendy exclaimed.
“Damn, in that case, if you would agree to aide me in my plight, I will teach you communion and much more of your true abilities than you would ever believe!” Lilith promised.
“Just learning how to rejuvenate my host would be worth millions!” she exclaimed.
“Child’s play! Our potential is vastly more!” Lilith assured her.
“I will see to it that you are clothed in the finest fabrics designed by the world’s top fashion designers to be able to rejuvenate my host!” Wendy assured me.
“It is a deal! I will apprentice you. The only problem is how will I be able to acquire clothing like this?” Lilith pondered.
“Jeff, wrap Lilith up in that comforter there and carry her to the limousine, please,” Wendy ordered.
Before I knew it, I was mummified in a comforter and quickly leaving my house and entering a Rolls Royce Limousine!
Wendy had entered first and I heard her exclaim, “Home Jane!”
The two bodyguards were trying very hard not to stare at me, so Lilith said, “I know you are wishing that you could be sporting tremendous woodies, don’t worry, tomorrow you will be back to normal. I needed all of your seed, so I power fed, taking everything, you had. Tomorrow you will have recovered and will wind up following your dicks around once again!”
“You must teach me how to ‘Power feed’,” Wendy insisted.
“Easy poesy! The hard part is teaching when to stop so that you do not ‘Power Feed’ his manhood completely away! You could leave the poor guy sitting to pee for the rest of her life!” Lilith told her.
“Actually, I was somewhat shocked that you felt the need to have body guards,” Lilith admitted.
“Look at me! I’m 5’ 4” tall, female and wealthy! I am a target for men to try and subjugate or rape!” she declared.
“Jeff, try to hit me,” I ordered.
“No way! I love you! I would never try to hit you!” he assured me.
“Jeff, I will not allow you to hit me! However, I need to demonstrate that it is not possible! Therefore, if you really love me, you will do your best to try and hit me!” Lilith informed him.
He brought his right arm up to pummel me with a tremendous right cross, but froze in that pose!
“You are fucking kidding me! I have the ability to do that same thing?” she asked.
“Sweety, that is the least of things we can do to an attacker!” Lilith assured her. “You can relax now, Jeff.”
Jeff’s face went back to normal and his arm slowly dropped back to his side, “Man…! I couldn’t move anything except my eyeballs!”
“You could have answered questions or shouted if you were actually intent on doing me harm, instead of being relieved that you couldn’t actually hurt me,” Lilith happily informed the little group. “Of course, having a couple of big strong men around all of the time is handy too! If you weren’t with Wendy, I’d still be weak as a kitten and unable to finish my promise to my host.”
“You promised to make him a little hottie?” Wendy tactfully remarked.
“No, I promised to give him an eighteen-year-old body free of all the medical issues his aging body was having. I used his own preferences in women to give us a body that he’d like and to assure that we would attract enough sustenance to begin building up my magical reserves,” I put to them, logically, “What do you boys think? Will I attract men who will want to have sex with me?”
The quieter of the men, Mike exclaimed, “We’ll have a hell of a time trying to keep them off of you!”
“I really need to learn how to do what you just showed me, but you are telling me I’m going to need to get boned a lot more to be able to?” Wendy determined.
“I used to use up ten men a day, and that was just for maintenance!” Lilith giggled.
Both guards looked astonished, but Wendy only giggled.
“It will be difficult with my current host, he will be abhorred at the idea of having sex with other men,” Lilith told her. “I will probably need to set up something like Mordred was doing.”
“Mordred was a man according to the story I know,” Wendy stated.
“Actually, I understand why people would believe that. Mordred was one of my apprentices. At that time my Host was named Morgana le Fay. I found her working in a tavern as a serving girl. When I took her on, I latter found out that knights would frequent the tavern and assume she was a whore. She wound up being raped repeatedly and grew to hate knights!” Lilith recounted.
“Oh my! Once she accepted a Witchling, wouldn’t she have difficulty feeding?” Wendy guessed.
“Most assuredly. She hated certain knights with a vengeance! I only learned of this when we shared communion at the birthing,” Lilith continued.
“Wait… Once we accept a Witchling, we can no longer become pregnant. What birthing are you talking about?” Wendy asked astonished.
Lilith sighed and replied, “You have much to learn Wendy! Don’t you contact other witches? How can you not know of communion or where Witchlings come from?”
“All any of the witches I have dealings with only assumed that Witchlings just come into being. As far as we know there have been no new Witchlings since Magdalene’s birth,” Wendy shrugged.
“Okay, here’s the birds and the bees of Witchlings. Witchlings come from the mating during communion of two Witchlings,” Lilith told her.
“But all Witchlings are female!” Wendy objected.
“If you are startled by that, wait until you realize, I birthed the first Witchling from myself only!” Lilith told the dumbfounded woman.
“Oh my GOD! You are telling me that you are Lilith, mother to us all!” Wendy held her hand over her open mouth.
“Yes, I was imprisoned by the ‘Council of Magic’ for crimes Mordred committed. My host just released me today,” Lilith admitted, innocently. “The world has changed quite a bit since then. Luckily my host seems quite versed in the technical side of living today, but is ignorant in the ways of females and fashion.”
“Grandmother, you have nothing to worry about there! I promise to clothe and provide for you with all the wealth available to me,” Wendy gushed.
The limousine came to a stop outside a massive building about the size of the White House. The glass separating the driver from us opened and the beauty driving stated, “We are home Wendy! Can I help carry anything in?”
Both Mike and Jeff replied in unison, “NO!”
Lilith had to giggle at that, joined by Wendy, of course.
The guys jumped out of the vehicle. Mike offering a hand to help Wendy and Jeff gathering up the mummified Lilith. Jeff followed Wendy up the broad stairway through two huge doors into a wide reception area.
Fifty feet inside Wendy lead us to a doorway on the left into a lovely well-appointed lounge with sofas and chairs strewn about in an obviously professionally determined arrangement.
“Please place your cargo, very gently on that sofa,” Wendy told Jeff.
Jeff looked slightly offended that he would do anything other than be gentle.
“Thank you dear, Jeff! You are the best taxi service I’ve had in a millennium!” Lilith told him to make him smile.
“I’d carry you through hellfire if you asked,” he stated emphatically.
“Well, it seems my bodyguards are enamored with you grandmother! I think that you’d probably be more comfortable unwrapped though,” Wendy determined.
This time Mike was faster to accept the task and Lilith wound up with the comforter spread out on the sofa, sitting on it, and covered by the half, not under her butt.
“At least now I can move somewhat,” Lilith remarked and tried to stand. “Damn, I was afraid of that! My host loved seeing women wearing very high heels so when I gave him this body, I made sure we would be able to easily walk around wearing them. It seems that now we can’t walk without them.”
“Goodness, with those little feet, I don’t think there are a pair of heels on the premises that would fit you,” Wendy grabbed a phone nearby and punched in a number, “Francis, get your butt to the main lounge as quick as you can. I have a little surprise for you and a project that needs your unique abilities.”
The sound of someone trotting in high heels on oak floors came with increasing volume until a tall blonde woman entered and approached Wendy, “Where’s my surprise?”
Wendy pointed at Lilith and asked, “Would you reveal yourself so Francis can begin to realize the extent of your needs?”
Lilith uncovered her naked body and Wendy said, “I want you to see to it she is clothed and shorn properly as quickly as possible.”
“Woah, that is going to be a hell of a challenge! I mean she is gorgeous, but nothing off the shelf is going to fit her. Hang on, I’ll be right back,” Francis said as she trotted out of the room.
Wendy explained, “Francis is my seamstress. She is very good and knows what is fashionable and classy.”
Francis was back quickly with a cloth tape in hand, “Can I have you stand up honey? I need to take some measurements.”
Mike quickly stepped in and half held Lilith up as Wendy explained, “Lilith here is so used to wearing heels that she can’t easily stand without them, which is why you are most urgently tasked with obtaining a pair for her.”
“Her feet are about the size of my ten-year-old niece’s,” she squatted and used her tape to make measurements, “You’re going to need some steep heels honey! Okay, I have all the numbers that I’ll need for now, you can put her back for now.”
Mike replaced Lilith onto her comforter.
“I’ll be back in about ten minutes with something you can wear for now and I’ll order some shoes to be delivered quickest,” Francis informed us as she quick stepped her way from the room.
Wendy picked up her phone again and said, “Agatha, would you bring a red and something to snack on please?”
Seating herself across from Lilith, Wendy asked, “You were telling us about Mordred when we were interrupted by our arrival, would you please continue?”
“Oh, well Mordred promptly returned to the tavern where she had been abused and when the knights tried to rape her, she ‘Power Fed’ them into femininity, but she didn’t stop there, she made them become sperm collectors for her. They were insatiable cock loving cum dumps who would deliver their bounty to Mordred through Cunnilingus.”
“That would probably be a good solution for you too,” Wendy agreed, “It seems only justice to me. Why did you wind up imprisoned?”
“Mordred’s hatred of knights didn’t stop with the rapists. By this time Mordred had changed her body to appear male with muscles and stature. She began turning every knight she could into women. If they pledged fealty to her, she would allow them to remain appearing to be men and knights. If they refused, she made them cum dumps to aid in increasing her magical powers. Those knights had done nothing to deserve that treatment, so using magic on an innocent mundane without their permission or to punish them for wrong doing is against the ‘Accords for Magic Users’. Mordred was destroyed and her host killed. They would have done the same to me, but I cannot be destroyed. They did kill my host, Morgana and imprisoned me.”
“Wow! Who was powerful enough to do that?” Wendy asked in amazement.
“Merlin and a sorceress named Glenda,” Lilith replied.
“Damn, the only sorceress I know can barely make potions that have limited effect on the person who buys them from her,” Wendy informed Lilith, “The only wizard I know can only do stage magic tricks.”
“Sound pathetic. Is the ‘Council of Magic Users’ still around?” Lilith inquired.
“Ah… you are looking at the witch member and the others I have just described to you,” blushed Wendy.
“You will soon be the most powerful magic wielder on that council granddaughter,” Lilith stated emphatically.
Francis pranced into the room holding a bit of cloth, “Here you go Lilith.” She unfolded a nighty made of silk and enlisted Jeff to help enfold Lilith with it. “At least now you won’t have to hang around with all your bits on display!”
“What, don’t you like looking at my bits?” Lilith asked.
“Sweety, if Jeff and Mike wouldn’t beat me senseless for doing it, I’d be lezing the hell of you but I think I’d have to wrestle Wendy for the honor,” Francis admitted.
“Well, to repay you for your efforts, in a few days when I have my strength back, I promise to make all your wishes come true,” Lilith promised.
“Well, unless you are a talented plastic surgeon, I don’t think that’s going to happen!” Francis admitted.
“By the end of the week you will be spelling your name with an ‘es’ at the end,” Lilith winked at Wendy.
“Oh my god, Francis! She’s going to do it! Lilith is also a witch just like I am, but she has powers unlike any other witch I have ever known!” Wendy reached out and gave the she-male a hug.
“There is one condition though,” Lilith informed them, “You will need to find two men willing to have sex with me so I have enough magic to change you.”
Francis said, “Hmm that might be just about as difficult as dialing my phone! You should have asked for something hard, like finding a man who wouldn’t want to fuck you!”
“Ah, good! My host’s idea of a desirable woman’s body seems to be acceptable to many,” Lilith agreed.
Francis and Wendy both laughed and Francis stated, “You could make half the Pornstars out there, blush with inadequacy. Playmate of the year, you are a shoe in!”
“Well in that case, if you will get busy making me presentable for mixed company, I will be able to start building a larger magic reserve,” Lilith remarked, just as the doorbell rang.
Francis ran to answer it and returned holding a shiny pink pair of high heels, “I believe this should be an answer to the getting busy remark.” She placed them on the floor at Lilith’s feet.
Lilith slipped her feet into the shoes and easily stood on her own, “I am again mobile. Thank you, Francis. How did you manage to get them so quickly?”
“Easy, I threw money at the problem! I called the owner of the biggest shoe store in the area and told her that I would pay her ten times the price of a pair of size five high heels if she would deliver them within half an hour,” Francis admitted.
“Good job Francis! So how soon can our girl expect proper underwear?” Wendy asked.
“Getting a 30 J cup brassier poses more difficulty, but I’m on it,” Francis exited the room at a trot.
“Hey…! This is Las Vegas, Nevada! Enhanced boobies are a dime a dozen in this town! Finding a bra for her should be a snap!” Wendy yelled after her.
Francis yelled back, “Even here it’s a custom order from ‘Fantasie of England’. I’ll try to get one that is in country, otherwise it will have to be flown in.”
“If there are none in country, send the jet to pick a few up!” Wendy ordered.
“My apprentice, I grow fatigued and would sleep and begin to help integrate my host to our new reality,” Lilith requested.
“The day is young, so it hadn’t occurred to me that you might be feeling fatigued,” Wendy explained, “Please follow me. You can use spare bedroom number two right next to mine.”
“How many spare bedrooms do you have?” Lilith asked as she easily trailed behind Wendy.
“Twelve in the main house,” Wendy easily answered. She topped the closest stairway and lead Lilith to the second to the last door on that side of the balcony, “Here you go. If you awaken and need anything, grab the phone and dial ‘0’. If my staff cannot provide what you need, they will get a hold of me and I’ll get you what you want.”
Lilith yawned and jested, “How about a quart of semen?”
“I’ll see what I can come up with before you awaken,” Wendy replied.
“I was just joking, but I sure wouldn’t refuse it!” Lilith admitted as she went straight for the bed.
“I will be here when you awaken… well not here exactly, but somewhere in the building,” Wendy assured Lilith.
Integration
I awakened and felt extremely weird.
“Welcome back Arthur,” I heard in my mind.
“Lilith?” I said aloud.
“You needn’t speak aloud for us to converse,” Lilith replied in my head.
‘What have you done to me?’ I thought back.
“I fulfilled my promise to you. Your body is now the chronological age of 18 years old. You no longer suffer from any of the ailments you complained about and you are now a suitable host for me,” Lilith informed me.
‘So why don’t I have a tremendous woody as I wake up?’ I logically thought back.
“Simply stated, your forest was clear cut to make room for me,” Lilith replied.
‘So, the reason I can no longer feel my cock is that it’s gone?’
“Sorry, but to be my host, you had to be female,” Lilith informed me.
‘Agreeing to be your host and accepting that I would become youthful and disease free only cost my masculinity?’
“I hope to prove to you my loving host the trade was worthwhile,” Lilith softly replied.
‘How the hell do you plan to do that?’
“You love having sex with women of mammarily gargantuan proportions, correct?” I heard from her.
‘Yah, like that’s going to happen now!’ I thought back.
“I promise that you will be having sex with the most gorgeous, busty sluts you could ever imagine!” Lilith promised.
‘I am not having sex with any she-males!’ I thought back to her.
“I promise our body will not have to accept a penis after a week or so!” Lilith stated.
‘You are saying that I will have to suffer through getting boned for the next week!’
“Actually, my darling host, when those times become absolutely necessary, I will put you to sleep, so you will not have to experience sex with a man,” Lilith confirmed.
‘I won’t remember a thing…?’
“Nothing, I promise!” she declared.
‘In the meantime, I have no idea how to act like a woman. How do you propose to make it so I don’t appear stupid,’ I thought?
“I propose for the time being, you allow me to control our body until you can learn the nuances of being a woman. I will rely on your mind to fill in the centuries I have been absent. Does this sound like an acceptable solution?” Lilith asked.
‘Just so long as I can take control if I want to,’ I insisted.
“You will only need to try and move one of our limbs and you will be in control and I will be the passenger. Will you trust me and accept the situation my love?” Lilith purred.
‘Will I be able to put you to sleep if I feel the need?’ I inquired.
“I am afraid that is not in the hosts toolbox. I am sorry,” Lilith replied, sounding truly sorry.
‘I remain willing for now, depending on how well you can fulfill your promises,’ I thought.
“I wish to show you how well I fulfilled my first promise to you my host,” Lilith proudly told me.
I felt my body rise from the bed I was resting upon, and walk to a full-length mirror against the wall.
“Mother fucker!” I exclaimed aloud, “Were going to get fucked every time we leave this bedroom!”
“I take that to mean you approve of the beauty I have bestowed on this body?” Lilith proudly remarked.
“Shit we look like a big breasted Pornstar!” I remarked in startled alarm.
“I believe that will make certain that we attract quite a bit of attention,” Lilith happily agreed.
“As long as we plan on getting rapped every fifteen minutes!” I elucidated.
“That will work out much to our advantage. You wait and see!” Lilith giggled in my head.
“Aright, you are again in control, but as they say in Missouri, show me!” I said as I stepped into the background.
Coven
“Lilith, I want to have you join my coven. We are meeting here in a few minutes. Will you be available?” Wendy called through the bedroom door.
Lilith opened the door and replied, “I would be honored to join your coven! Do we meet naked as is historically the way?”
“Actually, we do, but no one knows why,” Wendy giggled.
“Coven was created for witches to come together with nothing hiding from each other, and no magic to hide our true selves from each other,” I told her.
“Our coven is close to that. One of our members uses her illusionary abilities to present herself much younger and occasionally one of our more powerful members uses her powers to get her own way…” Wendy admitted.
“I will attend coven with you Wendy, but I do not promise to stand for poor behavior by one of the other members. Do you still want me to attend?” Lilith asked her back.
“Absolutely!” Wendy replied, uncertain of what a drastic decision she had made might be.
As I entered coven, naked as I should be, accompanied by Wendy, she attempted to introduce me, “Sisters, we have a unique opportunity today! I propose for admission to our Coven, Great grandmother Lilith!”
“Not another one!” an elderly witch across the room exclaimed!
“Bertha, I guarantee this witch who claims to be Lilith is the one and only!” Wendy confirmed.
“Another illusionist who can fool the eye!” Bertha assumed.
“Bertha… take care! The power you are messing with is unfathomable!” Wendy assured the woman.
“Bah!” Bertha declared.
Into the room lumbered one of her bodyguards, “Spank that pretender boy!”
The man was being controlled by her and didn’t have a choice but to do as she commanded, so I broke her control and said, “She no longer commands you, therefore if you continue on this task, you will personally bear the consequences.”
The man reached for me, so I magically removed his manhood ant turned him into a her, of magnificent bimbo dimensions. This caused her to become off balanced and fall back onto her big, soft, jiggly butt!
“You were warned asshole! As for you!” I looked sharply at Bertha, “You will spend the time until next coven determining if your host is deserving of you!”
Bertha disappeared from where she was seated, “You, bimbo, go and tell her entourage that they are to return home, where they will find their mistress!”
One of the other witches was heard to say, “Fuck me!”
I looked at her, winked and said, “It’s a date!”
All of the color drained from her face and she looked at Wendy and asked, “Is she serious?”
“I expect so… I have a date with her even sooner!” Wendy laughingly told her. “When I told you that this is grandmother Lilith, I was not joking! Lilith is the first! She has begun to teach me much of what we lost in the great purge. Lilith has told me of communion, a process where Witchlings are taught by elders, and there are none elder than Lilith!” Wendy assured the group.
“How do you vote to admit Lilith into our coven?” Wendy asked.
There was some murmuring amongst the members and finally the verdict was determined, “We the members of the Las Vegas Coven, Reject the joining of Lilith with our coven! That being said, we the members of the Las Vegas Coven Quit en’ mass and petition to join Lilith’s coven!”
Lilith had the good taste to blush and say, “Ladies, I am honored! However, any coven under my name will have to revert to the old rules!”
“Teach us Grandmother!” was the chorus they all replied.
“It has been long, but if magic is to return to the world, it will require that we all play by the rules.”
Whispering around the room came up with the new name rapidly, ‘The First Coven’.”
What happens next
“What the hell did you do to Bertha?” Wendy asked as we left the room.
“I just sent her home,” I simply told her.
“So, what was that pop noise when she vanished”
“Just the air rushing in to fill the space she once occupied,” I told her.
“You have got to show me how to do some of this stuff!” Wendy decided.
“Not a problem sweetheart, you just need to find two men willing to have sex with me and four to have sex with you!” I declared.
“If you only need two, why will I need four?” she asked.
“Two to fortify you for Communion and Two to supply the magic you will want to use afterwards,” I answered
“Give me twenty minutes and we’ll be all set!” Wendy exclaimed as she took off at a run.
Ten minutes later she came to me and said, “Oh my god! I sent your picture to a few guys that are fuck buddies and asked if they would do you. They all answered rapidly in the affirmative, but forwarded your picture to friends of theirs. I have over thirty volunteers who would pay for the opportunity!”
“I don’t plan on pulling train to get what I need. I made a deal with my host. It’s bad enough with two for now,” Lilith advised.
“I’m just saying… damn girl, you gave yourself one mega hot body,” Wendy enthused.
“You will never believe how I plan to use it either,” Lilith replied. (As at this point, I was clueless.)
“I can’t wait to see,” Wendy admitted, “Get yourself ready. In ten minutes… maybe less, depending on how eager your new suiters are, you’ll be getting the feeding you will need for Communion.”
She went on to say, “My fuck buddies, should be here in ten minutes, but I don’t expect them to be early.”
“Don’t worry, fuck buddies three and four will be much more eager next time!” I assured her.
Just then the doorbell rang and a guy with his tongue hanging out drooling up a storm charged in, “Where… Oh my fucking GOD, she is real!”
Wendy left the room laughing her ass off!
“Hello there, honey! Did you want a blowjob right here or would you rather fuck in my bedroom,” Lilith laughed as in our head she thought, ‘Night-night, Arthur!’
This guy was far too eager and opted for the blow job. He lasted all of fifteen seconds and Lilith pulled all the semen he had available from his balls, leaving him unconscious on a nearby lounge chair.
The doorbell chimed again and I confronted another man who’s eyeballs almost fell out rolling away on the floor, “You… you were looking, ah… -gulp- I’m here!”
“Okay did you want to fuck on the porch or can you wait until we get to my bedroom?” Lilith offered.
“Abada bee bah dah hoo,” he replied.
So, I grabbed his belt in the front and dragged him upstairs to my bedroom, tossed him onto the mattress and fucked him unconscious! He lay there with the most surprised look I have ever seen on anyone’s face.
I could hear the sounds of Wendy having fun in the next room. Then I heard her in the room on the other side. About the time I figured she was done, there was a knock on my door, “Lilith, are you ready?”
Lilith opened the door and said, “For about twenty minutes. These guys were plenty eager and won’t be getting a boner for days. Do you have another bedroom free of used up males?” Lilith asked.
“Only nine more, why how many do you think we’re going to need?” she asked.
“At least three,” Lilith supplied, “Where is the one you want to share with me?”
“Fuck! I should have saved my bedroom for us! Let’s adjourn to bedroom four… or do we need to go to bedroom five?” Wendy asked.
“No, man whore number one didn’t make it out of the lounge,” I admitted.
“Holy shit girl! You are good!” Wendy exclaimed, hand on her own chest.
“I was good after the first 100,000 years! Now I’m just fucking amazing!” Lilith teased.
“I am going to have to ask you to prove that!” Wendy replied as we made our way to bedroom four.
Lilith picked Wendy up and tossed her ten feet through the air onto the bed.
Wendy laid there trying to take stock as Lilith made both of their nighties vanish. She climbed onto the bed into an inverted position to that of Wendy and placed vulva to vulva with her, “Relax dear, you will feel yourself being penetrated in a moment. That will be me! Once I come into contact with Magdalene, you and my host will orgasm yourselves unconscious and we will be in communion. It is my hope and belief that you will be able to survive that much pleasure.”
Lilith scissored her legs with Wendy and instructed, “Now you will feel yourself being penetrated and when I make contact with Magdalene it’s going to be orgasms all around!”
“Oh my god! Lilith, you’re hung like a pony!” Wendy screeched as she accepted Lilith into her body.
The room became very quiet after a harmony of orgasmic screams forced their way from both of us.
Awakening a new witch
Sometime later Wendy and I slowly came back around, “Holy shit! Magdalene is chattering away about what a moron she has been! And I am quivering with need, as if I haven’t eaten in a week!”
I dragged myself to the edge of the bed and slipped on my heels, “I can take a hint! I’ll send in your first meal! Make sure you insist he sleep in the wet spot!”
I magically brought back my nighty and click-clacked my way out. When I found Wendy’s chauffeur I asked her, “Can you send Wendy’s appetizer up?”
She laughed and stuck her head into the drawing room and hollered, “Gentlemen, start your engines!”
Two men raced each other for the door and the quickest man won… sort of. I wouldn’t find out the consequences of her first attempt at ‘Power Feeding’ until a few minutes later when I heard Wendy scream for my help.
I trotted to the bedroom I had recently vacated and was accosted by a distraught Wendy, who threw her arms around me yelling, “You have to help me! I…I…, He…He… I couldn’t stop!”
“I’m sorry Wendy, ‘Power Feeding’ takes some experience! There is a fine line between taking all the semen a man has, and taking everything from him. We need to finish the job. You can’t just leave him an ugly woman now, can you?” Lilith helped Wendy decide what to do next.
“I’ll need more magic than I took from him to do it,” Wendy realized.
“Go to bedroom five and I’ll send him up. Should I talk to your chauffeur, or Francis to arrange for dessert?” Lilith asked.
“Ah, my chauffeur is actually my apprentice, Laura. She will contact the right gigolo,” Wendy advised.
“Great! I can share the good new with her!” Lilith happily told her.
“This is a great tragedy! What good news?” Wendy almost screeched.
“You’re pregnant!” I called back over my shoulder right before I heard a heavy thump on the floor. I had to go back and bring her around again before looking up Laura.
“Laura, Wendy is going to need some dessert after the next guy you send to bedroom five, oh and congratulations, Wendy is pregnant,” I shared.
“Wendy can’t get pregnant!” she assured me.
“Technically correct. The truth is, Magdalene, is pregnant. Great news for you!” Lilith assured her.
“Why great news for me?” Laura asked with a puzzled look.
“It means you will be getting a young Witchling soon,” I informed her.
“You mean I will not have to wait until Wendy dies?” she remarked, hand on her breast.
“That is the birds and the bees of it,” Lilith giggled at the stunned girl. “You better get busy before she decides someone else is more deserving!”
Wendy was able to make her mistake quite lovely and I helped her lay a personal trainer personality in to help the new her acclimate.
Being on the ‘Council of Magic Users’ Wendy knew her responsibilities to make it right for the injured party.
Francis was able to cut the strap down on a bra for a very large woman for me while a proper one was ordered in and reshaped a couple of tops for me to wear. Finding a skirt to fit wasn’t a problem.
After The Mistake
“I still cannot believe the things we can do now!” Wendy exclaimed, “It’s like holding a lit stick of dynamite!”
“Good thing you’re hanging with a master,” Lilith informed her. “Hey, you want to go and have some fun?”
“So long as I don’t wind up taking some innocent man’s manhood from him!” she added as a condition.
“An innocent man? Not on your life! I’m going to teach you why we don’t need a bodyguard,” Lilith happily told the both of us. “Grab the boys and limo, we need to hit the road,” as she headed for the front door.
It didn’t take long before they all caught up with us and clambered aboard the limo.
“Okay, take us to the roughest area of town, where we are likely to run into hookers, pimps and, or other near-do-wells,” Lilith ordered.
The two bodyguards sat up, ready to object’ “Don’t worry, you guys can follow us along, but you have to stay a block away.”
One of the guys reached under the seat and pulled out a sniper rifle.
“I advise you not to point that in my direction, even on safety! If I am in the sites of any firearm, whomever is holding it winds up peeing in the seated position for the rest of her days,” Lilith warned.
The guard placed the rifle on the floor near his feet and instead brought out a pair of binoculars.
Laura brought the vehicle to a halt saying, “You want pimps and ho’s you got them.”
We could all see a group of scantily clad women mill around on a corner up ahead with men driving up and them leaning in the car’s window.
Lilith looked at Wendy and told her, “We walk from here.”
We walked the sidewalk towards them and once on the corner, we waited for the ‘Walk’ signal before crossing the street.
One of the bigger girls approached us and loudly told us, “This is our corner! You whores keep moving!”
Lilith turned to her and replied, “Sorry, we’re not prostitutes. We’re just walking by.”
“Yah, right sister! You don’t buy a rack like that and not plan on getting paid!” she stated, “You better get a move on before our pimp decides to add you to his stable.”
“That is the best idea you’ve had all year, Belinda,” a nasty looking guy walked up saying. “I think I’m going to have to audition this ho!” He pulled put his already erect member and ordered, “Suck it bitch!”
At that time two large men slipped up behind us and started reaching towards us, but stopped with one of them saying, “I can’t move, boss…”
The pimp tried to swing on Lilith who said, “I thought you wanted a blowjob, not a fist fight.” She grabbed the pimp’s cock and yanked it from his body, “Here baby, suck it!” as she shoved it into the pimp’s throat.
His cock ejaculated almost the instant it passed his lips. His whole body shuddered in orgasm and began to take on more feminine proportions. Barely recovered from his first female orgasm, another round of semen fired down his throat and he was back convulsing and further feminizing him. On the fifth event, the penis and testes disappeared down her throat, leaving a five-foot four-inch bimbo sporting 32 J cup boobs and shocking pink hair down to mid thighs, standing on her toes.
“You are guilty of attempted battery of a magic wielder and therefore sacrifice all protections under the rules stated in the Magic Accords. For attempted battering you will serve two years as a semen recovery woman, however the charge of human trafficking and I see in your mind one murder, the sentence is extended to life,” Lilith smiled as she told the former pimp, “If you hadn’t tried to attack me, it would have been against the rules for me to read your mind… big mistake!”
Lilith turned to the two hulking enforcers, “Which one of you wants to be the redhead and which one the blond?”
Both men fainted to the pavement. One of the prostitutes ran up yelling, “You can’t do this!” and tried to grab Lilith.
Lilith backhanded her to the sidewalk six feet away, “I see I have another volunteer!”
The other prostitutes cringed away, realizing that Lilith may be diminutive, but was impressively strong!
“A she-male, eh? Well, I can fix that for you,” she reached into his panties, removed his penis and testes, brought them to a tiny erection and inserted it into the crease left by its removal.
“You don’t have much fuel, but luckily most of the work has already been done for me,” Lilith said as the form on the ground shuddered.
Lilith stated aloud, “You my dear will only have to serve two years sucking and fucking until I release you.”
Lilith turned her attentions back to the two thugs, “Left is the blond right goes red!” She yanked their penis and testes loose and reinserted them into each. It looks like ten years each for various crimes.”
One of the whores who had been watching this whole event remarked, “If I attack you will you make me as pretty as you did them?”
“Hell sweety, if you promise to work for me for two years, I’ll give you any appearance you want and you won’t have to attack me. I further promise to cure any diseases, prevent any new ones, keep you from pregnancy and guarantee that you will get intense orgasms any time your body comes into contact with sperm,” Lilith offered.
“What happens after the two years?”
“You keep the body and go on your merry way, although you lose your disease and pregnancy protection, Lilith informed her with a smile.
One problem… Our pimp owns the building we live in,” one of the other girls informed us.
“Not anymore! I own your pimp, so the building is mine.”
“No big deal, it isn’t worth much!” she added.
“Wendy, do you think you can arrange some urban renewal for the girls? They won’t have to support a pimp anymore so I predict that they will have much more money to spend on their accommodations, especially since they will no longer have drug addictions… other than a massive yearning for sperm!” Lilith asked her friend and apprentice.
“I think one of my many holdings could be convinced to fix this place up,” Wendy agreed.
“You see ladies, the other woman you accused of being a whore, can buy and sell Bill Gates, making up the difference in a weekend,” Lilith told the group with a smile. “Any of you who does not wish to work for me, you’ll have until the end of the month to find other accommodations. Except for you! If you don’t decide to work for me, you will be dead in two weeks. Your disease is progressing rapidly and I am your only hope! You know this. You can feel something is terribly wrong and only the drugs allow you to function.”
She was nodding and agreed, “I was looking forward to being released from this hell soon! If you will cure me and make me pretty, two years is a small price to pay.”
Lilith wrapped her arms around the girl and whispered, “Visualize your new self.”
The girl morphed and a five-foot ten-inch-tall statuesque beauty remained, although splitting out of the clothes she had been wearing, “Wow! Look at me!”
There were many more volunteers after that. Luckily many girls were recently infused with sustenance and at least I didn’t have to change their genders. Lilith did have to pause once and put me to sleep while she recharged her batteries on passing Johns.
The first girl brought up the objection, “Without our pimp, who is going to protect us?”
“You my dear! Your girls will be able to paralyze any attacker, abuser or thief, but you will have additional duties. Right now, you should feel your cock-tail growing out to its full three feet. Customers who need to be punished for theft, battery, or even intentionally trying to pass on a deadly disease, you are going to use your cock-tail to butt fuck him into life as a cum dump. When you don’t need it, it shrinks until it cannot be seen. At the end of each day, you will tongue fuck all your girls and then come to me with the sperm you have gathered from them and lick both of us to an orgasm when you deliver my bounty.”
She reached around to the lengthy penis-like tail growing from her coccyx, “I can butt fuck guys with this? Kewl!”
“Not just any guys! Only bad guys! If I catch you using it on an innocent, you’ll wish you had died from your disease,” Lilith warned her.
“Believe me, there will be plenty of new pussy without having to cheat,” she affirmed by her experience.
Lilith with Wendy, left the girls and strolled back down the block to the waiting limo, “So was that fun or what?”
“How do you reconcile the fact that they are prostitutes, which is illegal in Las Vegas?” Wendy asked.
“Well, I am not forcing them to charge money for sex, but I can see what you mean. Technically I should punish them for prostitution, but they were all forced into it. We’ll have to work something out. I know prostitution isn’t illegal in Nevada, so where do the girls need to go to be legal?” Lilith asked.
“You have to go about 60 miles west to Nye County,” Wendy informed me.
“That’s not very convenient,” Lilith declared.
“It’s all legal for sluts, but it makes it tough for a gal to make a living at it,” Wendy sighed.
“My host has an idea we will investigate and you can tag along if it turns out to be true.” Lilith teased.
Francis
When we returned to Wendy’s mansion, as we entered, Lilith hollered, “Francis! Have you found a couple of guys who are willing to have sex with me yet?”
“Fuck, you have to be joking! I can have a dozen here in five minutes just posting a naked picture of you on Facebook!” Francis declared.
“If you want to save yourself about $50,000.00, you better get busy!” Lilith ordered.
“SRS is only about $25,000.00,” Francis tossed back.
“How much for functional transplant surgery?” Lilith countered.
“I’d have to have money like Wendy has for that!” she decided as she took off at a full run.
Lilith went to ask Wendy what room she could use, “I know we messed up a few rooms before we took off for a little fun, so do I use bedroom five or what do you suggest?”
“Sweety, I have twenty-two maids cleaning up after us. There are ten gardeners. Sixteen around the clock guards, four mechanics, ten general servants, and two IT professionals working here. All of the bedrooms are freshened, but I think you should save number two for sleeping so I can slip in and snuggle with you!” she giggled mischievously.
We heard Francis clip clop in and squeal, “I have two guys going at warp speed to get here! I shot them your picture and they were both off line the instant I noticed they viewed the message.”
There was an intercom beep and Wendy answered, “Yes, go ahead and let him through. You will have another young stud trying to get in in a minute or so and you can send him through as well.”
“That will take care of my needs, how about yours. Francis?” Lilith asked.
“They are already on the access list,” Francis declared.
The doorbell rang and of course the dude was happy to see Lilith. Fifteen minutes later and two studs down she was ready for Francis, “Last chance honey. There is no going back after this. From here on you are the fuckee not the fucker!”
“Fuck me baby!”
Francis had been on female hormones so long that it was impossible for her to get an erection, so Lilith sucked her testes through her penis and her scrotum into her body, leaving her with a long, wet slit. I kept working until she was shorter by six inches and removed her silicone implants, making her breasts a full cup size larger and real tissue.
When Frances awakened in my arms, Lilith handed her the two silicon bags saying, “You won’t be needing these anymore. Sorry about the menstruation.”
“Menstruation…? You mean… I’m a girl! I’m a real girl!” Frances squealed.
“Do I make good on my promises Frances?” Lilith asked.
“I can’t wait to show my boyfriend!” Frances gushed, hugging us and skipping from the room.
Lilith brought us into bedroom two where an expectant prostitute waited, “Lilith, I have brought your bounty. Please allow me to make us both attain nirvana!”
‘I think you are going to enjoy this my host,’ Lilith thought to me.
We climbed into bed and my prostitute worked my clitoris until I was nearly crazy and then shoved her tongue into Lilith, which caused all three of us to explode in pleasure.
When we came around my slut from Bertha was waiting to join us. I could already feel how much more magic Lilith had available from our first feeding and after Bertha’s slut finished, Lilith sighed with relief, “Finally, I have enough magic for most of what we can do my host!”
Casino
We got up and dressed, heading for the lounge to check in with everyone I could hear Frances crying and Wendy trying to comfort her, “What the hell is wrong?”
“Frances’s boyfriend broke up with her,” Wendy supplied.
“He… he said he only likes girls with dicks!” Frances blubbered.
“Girl, you are so hot now that when you post your own picture on Facebook, you’ll have two dozen horny guys wanting to take his place,” I told her, “He obviously wasn’t worth your interest. At least your virginity is still intact.”
“I’m a virgin?” she remarked with astonishment.
“Well at least in the front…” I assured her.
That made her giggle, so we knew she was going to be okay.
After Frances left to get busy with her to do list. (She needed to update her wardrobe to fit her more petite dimensions.)
“I’m interested in visiting a casino today, would you care to join me?” Lilith asked Wendy.
“I think I should, just to keep you out if trouble,” she thought.
“Have you done much gambling?”
“Somehow with you I think it won’t be a gamble,” Wendy accused.
“I have ulterior motives,” Lilith informed her as they headed for the door.
Laura was already waiting in the limo, “Where to today your wisdoms?”
Lilith told her the name of the casino and Laura immediately voiced her objection, “That place is one of the worst casinos in Las Vegas! It’s said to be run by the mob and they pay off the cops to turn the other way in regards to prostitution.”
“Criminals are good for us, Laura,” Lilith remarked.
“This I’ve got to see,” Laura decided.
“Whatever you can see from the car. You’ll be staying here keeping the boys, company,” Lilith assured the girl.
“I never get in on the fun!” Laura pouted.
“If you think pissing off a bunch of armed mobsters is fun or safe…” Lilith left the remark hang.

The boys were both checking Wendy’s finger to make sure she was wearing her ring.
“Yes fellows, she is wearing her emergency call ring with the locator she can call for help, but she won’t need to. She’s with me!” Lilith assured everyone, “But if you guys wind up in trouble don’t hesitate to call. My range isn’t what it once was, but as long as you stay in the county, you’ll be safe.”
“What is your range when you are fully powered up?” Laura went to the practical question.
“The moon was within reach, but that wasn’t very useful,” Lilith answered with a sigh.
“Hey, either one of you guys want to visit the moon?” Laura asked the bodyguards.
“No! they always come back dead!” Lilith loudly objected.
“I meant wearing a spacesuit!” Laura quickly added.
“Ah, I see in my hosts mind that men have visited the moon and used advanced science to protect the people,” Lilith remarked, “We didn’t know there was no air and how cold it would be. I suppose with a proper space suit and air supply we could do that once I have my reserves built back up.”
“Are you telling me that one day I will be able to do that?” Wendy gulped.
“Not for a very long time and quite a few more communions with your grandmother,” Lilith reassured her.
Laura butted in with, “You are that much more powerful than Wendy?”
“I was so powerful it took two of the most powerful magic users of all time to imprison me!” Lilith admitted, “Tell me none of you have ever heard of Merlin?”
“Sure, we have heard the myth,” Jeff admitted.
“I assure you he was no myth! His power rivaled mine, and in some areas, he exceeded it,” Lilith claimed, “I actually miss him.”
“The guy who imprisoned you…” Laura questioned.
“Oh, he had no choice. It was a ‘Council of Magic’ decision. He did promise that when I was released that my new life would be so much better,” Lilith mused.
“We’re here Laura announced,” bringing the vehicle to a stop at the front door.
A doorman ran out at full tilt and opened the car door for us to exit, “Welcome to our casino! Can I escort you to our exclusive guest’s area?”
“Oh, we’ll just wander about at first,” Wendy answered, knowing full well the doorman had assessed the size of her wallet by the stretch Rolls Royce we rode up in. He followed us inside to run off and tell someone there was a whale visiting.
Lilith walked up to the biggest one-arm bandit in the place with a payout of two million dollars, inserted her hosts debit, and applied the PIN number and pulled down the huge arm. The virtual tumblers spun and one by one came up with the jackpot until all the bells, horns and flashing lights went off, but of course two million dollars didn’t spill out on the floor.
A very tall, 6’ 6” well-dressed man approached them and announced, “I am the floor manager. Please come with me.”
He led us into a back area and then into a back, well-appointed office where an obese man behind a desk was seated and a bobbing head of blonde hair could be seen between his legs.
“Boss, these two just jackpotted the big machine,” the big man stated. “The short big-titty one to be precise.”
“Take them to the desert,” the fat man ordered.
The floor manager reached behind himself for the thirty-eight nestled in the belt holster behind his back, grabbed the grip and brought it around to cover Lilith. It suddenly felt wrong in his hand. When he looked, he saw in his hand was an erect penis and scrotum instead of a gun.
“Careful there fellow, that might go off!” Lilith teased.
He promptly dropped the offending item to the floor.
We heard a desk drawer slide out as the man behind the desk reached for his ten-millimeter automatic. When he pointed it at Lilith it suddenly felt wet and slimy and the girl between his thighs rocked back on her heals away from him.
“Bitch, who told you to stop!” the fat man exclaimed.
She pointed between his legs and when he looked, he couldn’t see the manhood he was used to being there, however, the slimy feeling in his hand made him look and discover he was holding a severed penis, dripping with saliva, so he dropped it to the desktop.
“Boss… I can’t move,” the floor manager declared.
Lilith interjected, “I guess dragging me out to the desert is going to be a lot more difficult than you ladies thought.”
“I ain’t no bitch!” the boss exclaimed.
“Ah miss, yes you the one who was blowing the boss. Are you a prostitute or what?” Lilith asked
“I’m the casino and hotel’s general manager, names Gloria,” she answered. “When I took the job, I didn’t know a daily blowjob was part of it. When I refused, I was threatened with ‘a trip to the desert.”
“Well, this casino owes me two million dollars and these two assholes just planned to kill me and my friend so they didn’t have to pay,” Lilith stated.
“You cheated!” Boss accused.
“What makes you say that?”
“The big machine was rigged so it couldn’t pay a jackpot,” boss accused.
“That’s against the gaming commission’s rules I believe,” Lilith countered. “I believe the fine for being caught would exceed ten million. Either way, attempted murder and according to your own memories, you are guilty of quite a few more murders. It appears that you will be spending a lifetime working for me as a sperm acquisition unit.”
“You can’t do this to me! I have connections! You won’t last a week!” Boss railed.
“I think we could use less noise, and since you seem to enjoy blowjobs so much… Gloria would you mind plugging the noisy hole with the cock on the desk?” Lilith asked.
Gloria slipped the saliva covered penis into Boss’s throat, “Suck it bitch! You belong to me now!”
Boss thrashed about on the chair orgasming as the cock ejaculated down his throat gushing female lubrication like a fountain from between his thighs. His big belly diminished, breasts erupted, his lips inflated, his hips widened and overall femineity increased. That’s when the cock in his throat erupted with its bounty again. All the previous changes increased as well as becoming shorter while the skin on his face took on color as if he was wearing makeup and fingernails lengthened and stared to tint red. Another load fired down his throat, driving him into intense orgasm and further changes. This time the shoes fell off his tiny feminine feet as the bent to be comfortable in high heels and have shiny red nails.
When the final load was shot, Boss’s body used the last bit of masculinity in the manhood thrust down his throat consuming it entirely. Boss was left a 5’ 4” woman with long light pink hair, a 34 L cup bust, 18” waist with 37” wide hips, and size 5 feet.
Boss’s face sported huge blue eyes, high cheek bones, lavender eye shadow and heavy black eyeliner. His small thin upturned nose sat above lips that reminded Gloria of a hemorrhoid seat cushion and were shiny with pink lip gloss.
“Boss, you’ve never looked better! Whenever a man sees you the only thing, he’ll think about is shoving his cock in your face!” Gloria gleefully taunted.
“Bab fwethp boo!” Boss tried to answer through lips he wasn’t used to speaking with.
Everyone but the floor manager laughed.
“Your turn sweetie!” Lilith announced as she made his pants disappear and drove the severed cock deep into the floor manager’s new pussy.
Immediately the first load shot into him sending back to sit on a sofa behind him, gushing lubrication while enjoying his first female orgasm. His body lost six inches in height as platinum blond hair erupted down his back. Breasts inflated out to a D cup as his waist shrank. Another load quickly followed and he shuddered and twitched as he gushed and came. The floor manager shrank another six inches, breasts inflated, waist shrank, makeup began to appear and his hips began to take on a more feminine contour. Another shot of magic semen and the floor manager shrank another four inches, his breasts were becoming massive, his waist tiny and the makeup more enhanced, his tiny hands grew longer fingernails becoming shiny pink. Orgasming once again the floor manager lost four more inches in height with an additional increase in breast size, long, thick black eyelashes grew from his big green eyes, his tiny feet acquiring shiny pink toe nails and high arches.
The final load left him four foot nine inches tall, with a need for a 30 P cup brassiere, a seventeen-inch waist and thirty-five-inch hips. He will soon find that he will need to wear junior size six high heels to walk and his platinum blond hair hangs down to his calves. Shiny dark pink pouty lips with his big green eyes leaves him looking like an under-age stripper that has had too many implant surgeries, as his new womanhood absorbed what had been left of his manhood.
“Holy shit! I hope she can stand up with those! I bet they weigh more than half her body weight!” Gloria giggled, “Darrel, you are going to be so popular with pedophiles!”
“What… wha…” the floor manager squeaked, “Everything is so much bigger! Oh shit, my voice is like a little girl’s!”
“Ba whoopie boo pan spweak!” Boss replied.
Big laughter from the girls at the exchange.
Lilith asked, “Who is the short big booby woman now? I think we’ll name you Tina Titans and Boss will be Lucy Suckem.”
A knock at the door as it was opened and a native American looking lady with obvious breast implants entered, “Oops! Where is boss? I expected to find Gloria sucking his cock, not five bimbos in here!”
Lilith interjected, “That’s two bimbos, a business partner and her girlfriend and the casino manager. You must be Mrs. Boss.”
“Thanks for the clarification so which ones are the bimbos?” she asked.
“The one on the sofa was the floor manager and the one seated behind the desk used to be Boss,” Lilith replied.
“You turned Boss into a Sperm vacuum? Good job, that prick needs a taste of his own semen! I guess this means I’m single again. But does it mean I’m poor too?” Mrs. Boss asked.
“Actually, Desert Rose, you still own the majority of the casino, especially since the land it sits on was willed to you by your father, the Chief,” Lilith informed her.
“How did you know that?” Mrs. Boss asked.
“I did a little scrying and found that Boss married you so he could build the casino. But what he didn’t know is that this land is technically a federal reservation. It was treated to you tribe long ago, but the local government lost the copies of the treaty in a fire in the late 1800s. Lucky for us, I just happen to have a copy right here,” and Lilith handed the parchment to her.
“How the hell did you get this?” Desert Rose asked.
“I pulled it through time just before the locals set the fire to burn up the records,” Lilith answered matter-of-fact.
“Wow, I don’t know any of our shaman that could do that! You must have powerful magic!” Desert Rose gushed.
Wendy just pointed at my two newest acquisitions and tipped her head as if saying, “Duh!”
“Desert Rose I would propose to you that you allow Gloria and I to run this place and you go back to living the good life at your mansion, and spending more time with the pool boy,” Lilith proposed.
“Well, there are those Guido’s that Boss hired as guards. They are a major pain in my ass! I can’t do anything that Boss wouldn’t like. Or go anywhere I want,” Desert Rose admitted.
“Wendy, do you think the boys could come up with replacement for her guards and we could all visit her place to convince the current guys that they are fired?” Lilith asked.
“I’ll have the boy remove Desert Rose’s driver and baby sitter and drive her home,” Wendy agreed.
“Ah… I actually go by just Rose these days,” she corrected.
“Well Rose, I leave you in four of the best hands I know, Jeff and Mike will protect you as if you were me,” Lilith told Rose.
Wendy almost choked as she laughed, “It’s an inside joke Rose. After having sex with Lilith here, my bodyguards pledged their undying love for her.”
“After what she did to my scum bag husband, I love her too!” Rose agreed.
Jeff and Mike entered the office responding to Wendy’s call and they escorted her out.
Securing my position
“Gloria, who is going to be my next pain in the ass?” Lilith asked.
“The head of security is a Guido and loyal to Boss,” Gloria decided.
“Okay, who can we get to help these sluts fulfill their new sperm cravings?” Lilith asked.
“Well prostitution is still illegal in Las Vegas and Clark County,” Wendy warned.
“It’s a good thing we aren’t in either one then,” Lilith announced.
“You moved the whole casino?” Wendy surmised.
“No silly, the treaty puts this property as a federal reservation, outside the laws of the county and city,” Lilith answered diabolically. “However, these two will suck and fuck for free and there’s no law against that.”
Gloria jumped in with, “I’ll have the concierge set them up in a couple of suites and send them some horny guys. Will that do to keep them busy?”
“Good, then let us all go look up security head Guido,” I announced as we started leaving the main office, pausing to allow Gloria to speak with the concierge.
As the group entered the security heads office he says, “What’s up Gloria? Boss’s cock not enough for you?”
“Actually, Boss has decided to investigate other business opportunities,” Gloria explained, “Lilith here is replacing him and is your new boss.”
“I ain’t working for no bimbo! Where is Boss? I’ve got to talk to him,” the security head yelled.
“I accept your resignation. How long will you need to clear out your stuff?” Lilith calmly asked.
The security head knew that this was what he’d trained himself for, so many hours at the gun range. Nobody was faster at the double tap than him! He relaxed himself and preset his reflexes. Boom his hand flashed to his sidearm with blinding speed, it was out of the holster and on its way to cap the bimbo, his muscle memory was faster than the sensory input from his hands which told his brain too late that he was holding a severed penis and not his gun, so he squeezed off two shots anyway, but since the penis was pointed back at him, he wound up with two loads in the face.
The security head fell back onto his office chair in exquisite ecstasy as his transformation accelerated with a double orgasm, his muscular body shrank and his vulva gushed. Lilith took the severed manhood from his smaller hands and moved it to his vagina, where it fired another load, further feminizing him.
As his transformation continued, Lilith declared, “It appears that you will be working for me after all. One thing you need to know, no matter how fast your reflexes are, my magic is faster!”
As the security head enjoyed his final absorption of his former manhood Lilith went on to explain, “Attempting to kill me, by the ‘Accords for Magic Users’, you forfeit all protections and will submit to my judgement to pay for your crimes. I know of your racketeering and numerous other crimes so I believe you will be collecting sperm for me for the next hundred years or so.”
Gloria made note, “She looks to be about five foot three inches with about H cups. The lavender hair and makeup, is striking and goes well with the hooker red lips. She’s going to be very popular!”
“Her new job tittle won’t be much of a change; she’s going to be security head giver. I plan to have her keep our security guards stress free by sucking and fucking them on their breaks,” Lilith decided.
“I’m not having sex with any of those low-lifes!” the security head giver emphatically claimed in his squeaky high voice.
“Oh, not only will you have sex with them, you will be enthusiastic and eager to!” Lilith informed the new cum dump, “I think we’ll call you Sally Suckem.”
Lilith turned to Gloria and asked, “We are going to need someone to help us get shoes and clothes for these sluts. I am going to especially need clothing for Tina, because I am going to use her to gather sperm from the girls and bring it to me. The security head giver is going to need a copy of the standard security guard uniform but in pink.”
Gloria excused herself to arrange that while Wendy and I slowly strolled from the office.
“You planned all of this didn’t you!” she accused.
“Bad guys, hoods, mafia, crook and swindlers never change Wendy. There are always people who won’t follow the rules or laws, those who think they do not pertain to them. But then, finding a way to make it so some laws and rules won’t pertain to us,” Lilith snickered.
“You said something about that to Rose… what did you mean?”
“It isn’t against the law in Nevada to be a prostitute, just in Las Vegas and Clark County. We aren’t in either one.”
“So, we can provide sex for hire! That’s diabolical! But will we be able to get the government to recognize it?” Wendy fretted.
“The treaty I showed Rose is authentic. We will not turn the original over to anyone’s care but our own. If it needs authentication, it will only be done in our presence and only with mutually agreed upon specialists. If I catch anyone trying to destroy the document, she’ll regret it for a very long time,” Lilith promised.
“That brings one question to mind… where is it now?”
“I ported it back into your safe,” Lilith replied.
Gloria caught back up with us, “Everything is set up. The girls will be setup in a few hours.”
“Can we expect any other trouble areas here,” Lilith asked.
“The head chef could be an issue,” Gloria advised.
“Well, it’s time to introduce the new boss to him then,” Lilith decided with a smirk.
“We are going to need our own boutique in this casino at this rate!” Gloria snorted.
“Great idea, we’ll get started on that after dinner,” we decided as we entered the kitchen.
“Harvey, I want you to meet Boss’s replacement, Lilith,” Gloria announced.
“Bullshit! Boss would never leave!” Harvey declared.
“Then you are calling Gloria a liar and refuse to accept my authority?” Lilith inquired.
“I gotta talk to Atlantic City,” he declared as he went for the wall phone.
“You do that, Harvey, and tell them that all legitimate debts have been paid and if they show up here for tribute, no one will ever see them again,” Lilith informed him in a dead pan deadly threatening voice.
“Issat so?” Harvey spat as he spun and flung a butcher knife at Lilith.
In mid-flight it transformed into a severed penis and scrotum, which Lilith easily caught and flung back with frightening speed, striking the astonished chef in his open mouth.
“It looks like you won’t be able to tell anyone, anything until you swallow that cock!” Lilith quipped, much to the amusement of Wendy and Gloria.
The heavy-set chef fell back onto a prep table deep in orgasmic bliss.
“It looks like Harvey is going to be preparing my meals for a long time to cum!” Lilith laughed.
“Holy shit, look what’s happening to chef!” one of the sous chefs remarked.
The one standing next to him said, “Shut the fuck up! You didn’t see nothing! You don’t know nothing! Keep cooking!”
When the chef was finished transforming it was obvious that he would not be cooking anymore as he wouldn’t be able to see what was on the stovetop. She’d need a 36 L cup bra to hold up her massive chest and at five foot two, they would barely clear the stove top and would obscure what she was working on.
“Bring Chef Weinerless and promote the sous chef who had the presence of mind to tell the other one to shut up!” Lilith commanded. “Please,” I added.
In our head I admonished Lilith, ‘Being polite costs us nothing! Manners are the grease that smooths human communications.’
‘I thank you my host. You are correct,’ Lilith mentally replied.
‘You keep driving and I’ll keep kibitzing,’ I told her.
Gloria went over to the sous chef who kept his head down and told him, “You are now head chef. The new casino boss’s orders, since the old chef will be exploring new career options.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll do my best!” he answered.
“And remember the penalty for violating the new boss’s trust,” Gloria cautioned as the new head chef paled.
We left there with the former chef in tow and Lilith thought, “I think we should set this one up as a remote sperm dump, where guys and use Ona holes to provide sperm and watch as their jizzum flows into our slut and they can watch her orgasm from it.”
“How many Ona holes at a time?” Gloria, always the practical one asked.
“No more than twenty I think,” Lilith decided.
“Fuck, she’ll be in non-stop orgasm with that many,” Gloria calculated.
“Don’t worry, she won’t complain,” Lilith assured her.
“She won’t be able to string two words together!” Gloria claimed.
We entered boss’s old office and saw two men dressed in cheap black suits waiting for us.
“And just who the fuck do you two think you are, invading my office,” Lilith demanded.
“Atlantic City sent us to pick up this month’s payment,” one of them announced.
“Oh, bad news for you, Atlantic City no longer is affiliated with this establishment,” Lilith replied.
“Where is boss? We will only deal with him!” the other black suit stated.
“More bad news! Boss is no longer a him and furthermore she is busy sucking cocks on the third floor, so I’m afraid you will have to deal with me,” Lilith gleefully answered.
One suit looked at the other, they nodded and turned, both drawing their weapons and winding up holding severed cocks in their hands, unmoving.
“I think you boys deserve special attention,” Lilith determined, “You girls are going to stay looking like boys for the time being. It won’t keep you from wanting to suck and fuck every guy you come across, but at least when you stand before your old boss in Atlantic City, you will look as you do today. After you deliver the message, ‘Crime boss of Atlantic City. You are to leave Las Vegas completely alone. Should you not heed this warning this will be you!’ At which point you girls will finalize your transformations into absolute bimbo-ness! After that you will service boss until he loses consciousness and then you will return to this casino and begin your duties as cum dumps.”
Lilith grabbed both severed manhoods and they dissolved in her hands much to the consternation of their former owners, then saying, “I believe you two girls have a plane to catch!”
The two black suits left and Lilith told the other two, “We must get to Rose’s estate post haste and remove the Guido guards. I’m betting the dispossessed driver and baby sitter for Rose is the source of our latest visitors.”
Lilith contacted Laura telepathically so she was waiting out front with the limo, “That was the weirdest feeling ever! Somebody, not me talking in my head!”
“Sorry, but we are in a huge hurry. Rose is in danger and so are Jeff and Mike,” Lilith told her.
“We should call the cops!” Laura suggested.
“I suppose they might be helpful, but they won’t provide the deterrent I can,” Lilith told her with a shit eating grin.
Laura drove us to Rose’s mansion as quickly as she dared.
When we pulled up to the guard shack, we saw the muzzle of a rifle poke out towards us, which suddenly transformed into the glans of a penis. We heard, “What the fuck! I can’t move! What happened to my fucking gun?”
“Fucking gun… what a marvelous idea!” Lilith declared.
“No! No! Don’t make me stick in my vagina!” came the scream from within.
The gate in front of us opened on its own and we pulled onto the property. As we approached the house, we heard firearms exchange.
Lilith telepathically informed the boys to stand down. She jumped out of the vehicle and started walking towards the shrubbery adjacent to the house and you could hear two men in the bushes screaming like little girls, “What the fuck happened to my gun! Who is doing this to me?”
“Bad news for you bitch! I don’t take kindly to people trying to hurt my friends or trying to intimidate them, so you girls are going to fuck yourselves with those fucking guns and then you are going to enter the house, beg forgiveness from my guys and then beg to suck and fuck them until they can’t fuck you anymore!” Lilith commanded the frozen sluts in the bushes.
“Oh god… oh god… oh god!” one of them screamed as she pleasured herself.
Once the boys were tuckered out, we sat and talked with Rose, “We didn’t think they would be able to respond this quickly! After this your new slutty guards will be completely at your service! Now that these ex-Guidos work for me if anyone tries to invade this property, they will use their cock-tails and fuck them into womanhood!”
“I love it! You can turn the bad guys into magical sentries who multiply their ranks as bad guys try to invade!” Rose became thoughtful and added, “They won’t try and steal the pool boy from me, will they?”
“No but if you want to give the poor kid an experience he’ll never forget, they will do whatever you tell them to do,” Lilith winked.
“That might be fun to see a guy all fucked out!” Rose giggled.
“You do need to know that your new security force, when they are not on duty, will be busy fucking anything with a cock,” Lilith told her, “Whether they hate it or not.”
“So, you are saying that the guys are inside those bimbos and aware of what their body is doing, but they have no control over what they are doing?” Rose asked.
“That is correct. It is their punishment for breaking the law, although after a hundred years or so, they can no longer even fantasize about being a man,” Lilith assured her.
“Wouldn’t they be ugly old hags at 100 years plus?” Rose figured.
“No, ma’am. They will be twenty-year-old bimbos the whole time! And if at that point they have served their sentence, they will be released as horny bimbos with twenty-year-old bimbo bodies and super elevated libidos,” Lilith assured her.
“King Solomon couldn’t have devised a more fitting punishment!” Rose agreed.
“I sent a message to Atlantic City today and they should be getting it any minute now! If they do not get the point, I will escalate the message,” Lilith told the group.
Meanwhile, two of the Atlantic City boss’s men were entering his office.
“Boss things didn’t go well,” the guy on the left started.
The one on the right said, “That’s an understatement. The broad running the place sent us back with a message.”
“She said that you are to leave them alone or this will happen to you,” the left guy said and both men began to change. The guy on the left shrank down to five foot two inches. His hair lengthened and change to honey blond. Makeup appeared on his face as his nose became upturned and pert. His lips inflated to ripe red poutiness. Large breasts erupted from his small feminine chest to give him a need to wear a 34 K cup bra as the white dress shirt he had been wearing exploded the buttons off. Thirty-seven-inch hips widened, tearing the black pants he had been wearing to shreds. She lost her balance, falling on her butt and right out of the much to big shoes for her tiny high arched feet.
Simultaneously, the man on the right diminished to five foot four inches as his hair turned bright red and freckles appeared on his rapidly feminizing face. Immense jiggly breasts burst from his maroon dress shirt with four-inch areola and almost an inch of tightly clenched nipples poking out from them. Emerald eye shadow tinted the very skin above his eyes while dark black eyeliner. Wide hips and s big jiggly bottom shredded his slacks as he fell back onto them right out of the size twelves he’d previously worn.
“Wow, Brittany was it as good for you as it was for me,” the redhead asked the blond.
“That was something, Buffy! But I have this huge craving for like five gallons of sperm! You want to help me rape this guy behind the desk for starters?”
“You got it Brit!” and the two new nearly naked bimbos fucked the boss until he could no longer be awakened, whereupon the left the building to look up the local witch they were told was their new owner.
Some people refuse to learn
Two days later we were walking on the sidewalk outside the casino and suddenly I felt myself in danger. My senses went out and found that I was in a sniper’s crosshairs. She fired and my magic reached out and turned the sniper’s bullet into a big pink dildo which flipped around and invaded the crotch of the sniper who fired the round.
The previous day the guys in Atlantic city I have worked for before asked me to take a contract on some bitch who had taken over their casino in Las Vegas. I didn’t see anything wrong with the hit, except that they were very eager to have me do it, which gave me a bit of anxiety.
I figured that it was about time my work was being recognized up there with the top hit men of our time. Little did I know that I was picked only because of my gender! The boss figured that because I was female, if I was caught, what was the witch going to do, turn me into a woman?
After I had her in my sights and I had squeezed the trigger to end her, you could imagine my surprise when the round which should have ended her transformed into a dildo and flew out of my scopes sight! Moments later I felt it imbed itself in my vagina!
“No fair!” I screeched, as I fell into a mind-numbing orgasm.
When I came back around, there was a note stuck to my sniper dildo that said, ‘Come see me! You have no choice!’
I put my dildo rifle away in its briefcase, feeling odd at the ordinariness of the activity.
I tried not to meet up with the witch, but every time I found myself walking towards her right where I tried to kill her.
“Sweety, unless you are interested in spending the rest of your life as a newt, you need to talk to me,” Lilith informed her.
“What is there to talk about? I was contracted to kill you and wound up fucked instead!” the hit woman acknowledged. “They didn’t bother to tell me you are a witch!”
“Well, that would assume they knew that I am a witch,” Lilith replied, “They know that I have magic. They know I have warned them to quit messing with me. You will be the instrument that proves they should have listened. I will make you my Ass Assassin!” Lilith decided.
Atlantic City
The crime boss of Atlantic City was working in his office when a pair of his men escorted the hit woman, they had hired to eliminate the problem in Las Vegas, although she appears to be much bustier than he last saw her, “I take it that you failed in your hit.”
“I shot that bitch from half a mile away,” the woman told him, “The fucking bullet turned into a dildo and flew back to fuck me. That witch turned me into her Ass Assassin!”
“Right… boys, keep her covered while she is here,” the boss told his men.
“Can’t move boss!” one of his guards announced.
The boss tried for the gun in his desk but his arms were not moving as he wanted.
“Let’s start with these bimbos,” the Ass Assassin stated. She reached into one man’s pants, pulled them down and a long prehensile tale shaped like a penis whipped out from under her skirt and violated his ass! She fucked his ass, causing him to orgasm without ejaculating any sperm. Instead, he became smaller and more feminine every time until he finally looked like a Life-sized Barbie doll, with a much larger bust.
“Your name is Barby, and you love cocks!” the Ass Assassin told him.
She moved on to the other guard and started butt fucking him just as she had the first. Once done she informed him, “Your name is Barbee, and you love cocks!”
“Nice! Twins! But let’s widen the field!” the Ass Assassin declared as she walked over to the frozen in place boss and yanked down his pants, shoving her cock-tail up his ass! “Oh yes! Give me all of your manhood, Barbie! Mistress said you will be the busty triplet!”
When she had finished with the Barbie triplets she said, “Dumbasses like you should have known when you were out of your league! Now you will be working for a local witch and I’m stuck as an Ass Assassin!”
As she left, she let in the local witch, “Lilith gifts these sluts to you! Visit her in Las Vegas for communion and learning your true potential!” she informed the local as she headed for the airport and returning to her mistress.
Boutique
“Lilith, we are having a hell of a time finding lingerie that fits the women you are giving us,” Complained Gloria.
“I thought Frances told us that Fantasie of England had the lingerie we need?” Lilith replied.
“Oh sure, but they are in England and nobody here stocks the sizes we need. Even in England they don’t have much stock of the sizes our new girls need,” Gloria sighed.
“We should pop over there and check it out,” Lilith decided.
“Oh, you have a Tardis in your pocket or something?” Gloria asked and Wendy looking on curiously.
“Tardis… oh yes, my host understands this reference,” Lilith replied, “That would actually be a clever way to obfuscate our arrival! Gloria, find somewhere I can buy an old British police callbox.”
“As it so happens a pawnshop here in Las Vegas has one for sale,” Gloria replied after checking her phone, “and they deliver…”
“Great, have them bring it up to Boss’s old suite when it gets here,” Lilith told her and went on up to await its arrival with Wendy.
“What the hell are you up to Grandmother?” Wendy asked.
“Well, I could just teleport us to London, but people popping out of nowhere tend to startle regular folks. If we walk out of a police callbox, people will just assume they didn’t see us walk into it, and as for the callbox just appearing from nowhere, every in country knows of the Tardis!” Lilith laughed. “They will just assume one of us is the ‘Doctor’!”
“Or that the TV show is filming there…” Wendy giggled.
A short while later a pair of sweaty men wrestled the callbox into the suite and Lilith thanked them profusely and had Tina and Lucy reward them before they left.
“Okay, let’s go bra shopping!” Lilith declared as the Tardis disappeared. She turned and opened the door that used to lead to the adjacent suite and the group walked through to a side street in London.
“Fucking Hell! That’s better than a 16-hour flight!” Gloria exclaimed.
“Quite…” agreed Lilith. “The main retailer for Fantasie of England is just around the corner,” she continued as she began walking.
Elsewhere in London
“Ah ma’am, when I was monitoring one of the downtown London cameras… well, you just aren’t going to believe what I saw!” one of the lady technicians told the Inspector in charge of the unit.
“It was recorded, so I’ll believe it when you show it to me,” the Inspector argued.
The technician replayed what the camera showed, a police callbox appearing out of nowhere as the TV show Tardis would and then three women walking out of the damn thing!
“What the bloody hell! I just saw it and I’m still having trouble believing it!” Inspector Wellington declared. “Get me a couple squad cars! I want one standing by the callbox and one outside the store they entered, but I don’t want them to interface with the suspects! I am on my way to investigate this!”
The inspector left in a hurry to get to the store before anything untoward might happen.
Shopping
“Hi there!” the sales girl brightly greeted them as they entered the store. “Oh my…! I bet you are looking for brassieres! Not many other stores could fit you darling!”
It was obvious that she was talking to Lilith so she replied, “Yes, I’d like ten.”
“Ten bras, I’ll make salesgirl of the month!” she gushed.
“You’re going to make salesgirl of the decade,” giggled Wendy.
“Not just selling ten bras I won’t,” she replied.
“Ten bras of every style and size up to a 42” and over double D,” Lilith specified.
The salesgirl plopped down in a nearby chair and said, “Oh my god!”
“And if you can provide special orders for larger cup sizes, I’ll take ten each of them too,” Lilith added.
“Ma’am, we make bras up to J cup size as a standard,” the salesgirl told us thinking who would need anything larger.
Wendy decided to step in and clarify, “Honey, we’re from Las Vegas and we have some very busty girls working for us.”
“Bigger than bloody J cups?” she asked in astonishment.
“I have a girl who is 4’ 9” tall with 30 P cups honey!” Lilith laughed.
“Damn, those are huge implants!” she declared.
“All natural boobies. Home grown!” Lilith informed the astonished girl.
“So those H cups are natural?” the salesgirl ventured.
“I could use a fitting and then you could grope for yourself,” Lilith offered.
The salesgirl gulped and seemed to have difficulty trying to decide if she should. I mean it is normally part of her job, but the suggestion that she grope this woman, though tempting, she wasn’t sure it would be appropriate.
Right about then the bell over the front door rang and a woman walked in and appeared to be looking over the lingerie.
“I’ll be with you as soon as I fit this lady ma’am,” the salesgirl told the newcomer as she took Lilith into the dressing room. She left her there and picked out a lovely pink shelf bra in 30 H size to try on her customer.
Lilith was standing naked from the waist up when she returned eliciting an, “Oh my bloody god! Those are magnificent!”
“Go ahead and give them a squeeze and see if you can feel a bag in there!” Lilith challenged.
The salesgirl couldn’t stop herself. She reached out and gave them a lengthy, sensuous grope! “Unbelievable! Are you Americans doing some kind of genetic engineering?”
“Honey, just know they were home grown and there are lots more where these came from and we all need underwear,” Lilith told her as she grabbed the bra the girl carried donning it and appraising ourselves in the mirror. I like it! I’ll take five in this size and color over and above the other bras I ordered.”
“I… I’ll get on it right now ma’am,” the salesgirl replied, “And I have to add, you have an amazing body!”
We exited the dressing room and the patron who had been wandering around checking out lingerie, walked over and said, “Excuse me ladies,” she pulled out a badge and continued, “I’m with Scotland Yard and I need to ask you to see some identification.”
“Don’t tell me this whole sale is illegal!” the salesgirl moaned.
Wendy opened her purse and pulled out a passport and showed the inspector.
“What about you ma’am?” she asked Lilith.
“You want a passport from someone who lived here longer than this whole country has existed?” Lilith asked back.
“I fear that I will have to ask you to prove that ma’am,” the unconvinced Inspector replied.
“You got it! Follow me,” Lilith told her and the group walked back to the callbox. “Come along,” she said going through the door and appearing in the casino suite.
“What the bloody…” the Inspector started, but Lilith urged her back through the adjoining suite door and she found herself stand in the middle of a bunch of standing blue stones on Salesbury Plane!
“Okay, now I will just start the temple of heroes and have someone you know tell you who I am!” Lilith told the Inspector who wasn’t looking all that steady at this point.
“Oh shit! Someone has broken it! No problem, I’ll fix it!” Lilith exclaimed as gigantic stones flew into their proper alignment. “That’s better!”
Lilith walked up to the altar stone and placed her hands upon it saying, “Arthur! I need speak with you!”
A gigantic semi-corporeal form coalesced above the stones, twenty feet high, dressed more like one would envision Robin Hood than Arthur, Knight of the Round Table and the Once and Future King of England, “Who calls me from my long slumber? Oh, hello there Lilith!”
Lilith looked over at the Inspector, whose eyeballs were rolling about in her head like a one arm bandit, “There you go, Arthur King of the Britain’s recognizes me!”
“You’re telling me, that is bloody King Arthur?” the Inspector asked totally incredulously.
“Who doubts that I Arthur am King of the Britain’s?” Arthur demanded as he unsheathed a virtual Excalibur which glowed with unearthly power.
The Inspector quickly declared, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, how could I know?”
“You are forgiven lovely lady and to further prove my identity, I knight you as Dame Inspector Wellington and declare you able to call upon my spirit for advice at any time here at the shrine,” Arthur told her as he faded from view.
The inspector finally caught her breath and looked around her. She saw over twenty cell phones out recording video and the traffic on the nearby highway standing still, with occupants standing outside of their vehicles staring up at them.
“I am going to be in so much trouble…” the Inspector whispered to herself.
Lilith declared, “Well if that is settled, let’s head back.” She marched to the callbox and went through the door to the Las Vegas Suite, “The callbox is back in London so you can walk through and be home. I’m going to leave it there so we can pick up our orders if that is alright with you?”
“Won’t that be dangerous? Anybody could walk through into here!” the Inspector worried.
“Don’t worry, the only one the door will open for, other than me or mine, is you Dame Inspector Wellington,” Lilith assured her, “Also, nobody can move or damage it, so it will be safe where it is.”
“Just because a Spector declared me to be knighted, doesn’t mean I am a knight in reality,” the Inspector complained.
Lilith laughed and told her, “Come and visit us anytime Dame Inspector.”
Scotland Yard
Inspector Wellington returned to her office and was shocked to see the lettering on her door stated, ‘Dame Inspector Wellington’ on the glass. “What the bloody hell!”
One of the technicians that worked for her approached and said, “Dame Inspector Wellington, the Chief Inspector has requested that you join him in his office for a meeting.”
“What is with this ‘Dame Inspector’ Crap,” she insisted.
“Ah… Ma’am, I think half the people on the planet know that King Arthur himself knighted you. The Queen directed the acceptance of your knighthood herself!” the technician confessed. “The number 1, 2, 3, and so on videos on the web are all captures of Stonehenge rebuilding itself and you talking to a twenty-foot-tall King Arthur. By the way Ma’am, I am amazed you had the strength to keep from fainting dead away at what you saw!”
“I have to admit, dear, it was a very close call!” the Inspector admitted.
“I would have walked out of that callbox onto Salesbury Plane and fainted dead away!” the technician admitted, “Especially after seeing you disappear into the callbox in London and the callbox vanishing!”
“I better get to the Chief Inspector’s office, take care hon,” Dame Inspector declared as she headed off to see what the Chief Inspector wanted.
“Ah, there you are Dame Inspector Wellington,” the Chief Inspector announced as she entered, “Have a seat. I have a representative from the Queen and one from MI6 who would like to speak with you.”
Dame Inspector Wellington took a seat and looked at the men apprehensively.
“Dame Inspector Wellington, we would greatly appreciate it if you would return to Stonehenge and re-engage with King Arthur,” stated the representative from MI6.
“The Queen is also interested in you speaking with Arthur again, but we must keep the spectacle from the public eye this time,” the Greyman told her.
“Okay, I’ll drive…” Dame Inspector started.
“No need. There is a Harrier waiting for you on the roof,” the MI6 man told her.
“Off you go,” the Chief Inspector affirmed.
Dame Inspector Wellington found herself in a flight suit and traveling at barely sub-Mach speed on her way back to Stonehenge. Upon arrival she noted the whole monument was under a tent and there were no tourists to be seen anywhere. Army people were swarming everywhere except inside the stones. Professional Video cameras were set up all over the site but unmanned and armed guards keeping everyone clear of the site.
“Dame Inspector Wellington, good of you to join us,” a General acknowledged her presence. “We are all set up to record your meeting.”
“Nobody has told me what the hell I’m supposed to meet about! He’s already told us her name is Lilith and she is of England!” Dame Inspector Wellington declared. “We also know that bitch wields an astonishing amount of power that I’m sure we do not want to screw with!”
“Understanding is what we are seeking, Dame Inspector Wellington, and we are hoping Arthur can provide the information we need,” the General told her.
They had me walk into the stones and place my hands on the Alter calling for, “Arthur!”
“Yes, my lady!” Arthur replied, twenty feet tall and smiling down at her.
“I have been asked to ask you about Lilith. They are wondering about how powerful she is and if she is on the side of good or evil. There have been many stories portraying her as the devil incarnate and others that disagree. What would you advise?” Dame Inspector Wellington asked.
“The being you know as Lilith is actually two beings. The Witchling Lilith, is older than any other living thing on earth and controls vast magical powers. The other side of Lilith is her host, who unbeknownst to him is the most powerful Wizard on earth, a descendant of Merlin himself. Should Lilith get out of hand, he can control her. You should know that Lilith is basically a good person and has tried to be a good girl. You also need to know, do not threaten her in anyway. Do not allow anyone to point a weapon at her. Dire consequences will befall any who intend harm to Lilith!”
“Wow, I’m not sure you are telling me she is good or bad,” Dame Inspector Wellington stated.
“Wrong pronoun, they are good. Merlin, my mentor, my friend, my guardian, told me they will be a force for good. He did leave a message for you though; you need to bring Lilith to Tintagel. That was all he told me.”
“You are telling me to befriend Lilith?” Dame Inspector Wellington asked.
“My god woman, having the most powerful wielder of magic in the world as a friend? Why the hell would anybody want something like that?” Arthur sarcastically declared. He went on saying, “You can be a grounding point for them. A normal regular human to help guide them. You need to know that this will have benefits for you in the future as well. That’s all I know, but feel free to stop by and update me or ask advise whenever you feel the need.”
With that, he was gone.
Dame Inspector Wellington slowly left the monument. The General didn’t approach to speak with her; she was simply escorted back to the Harrier where once kitted she flew back to Scotland Yard.
Walking back to her office it seemed to her that people were avoiding her. As she slipped behind her desk and took a seat a secretary entered her office and said, “Greetings Dame Inspector. My name is Vera and I have been assigned as your secretary.”
“Lovely… I should go and check out how things are going with my video surveillance technicians,” Dame Inspector Wellington decided.
“Ah… ma’am, you have been reassigned to the Lilith case exclusively,” Vera declared.
Dame Inspector Wellington sighed and held her head in her hands.
A short while later a messenger delivered an envelope stating, “From the Queen. Documents which Declare Lilith citizen of the British empire and Special Diplomatic Envoy to the Crown.”
“That would give her diplomatic immunity!” Dame Inspector Wellington remarked.
“It was decided that it would help avoid future conflicts that might endanger the citizenry,” the messenger stated.
“I guess I had better go visit Lilith, first thing tomorrow at about 14:00 hours,” Dame Inspector Wellington announced.
Fantasie of England
Meanwhile at the headquarters of Fantasie of England, Desborough, Northamptonshire, England the CEO was discussing the new client with the Vice CEO, “Have you seen this new order?”
“Biggest sale of the year,” the Vice agreed.
“She asked for bigger ones you know?” CEO asked.
“So, I heard.”
“I was contacted by the Crown and urged to deal fairly and accommodate any requests that are within our abilities,” CEO informed him.
“The bloody Queen is interested in this?”
“Didn’t you see the videos from Stonehenge?” CEO asked.
“She’s the fucking client?” Vice exclaimed looking unsteady on her feet.
“We need to send an engineer to Las Vegas with a laser scanner to see if we can actually accommodate some of the ladies, we were told need lingerie,” CEO decided. “I heard they have one girl who is four foot nine inches tall and needs a thirty ‘P’ cup bra!”
“My boyfriend would be tripping over his tongue to get his hands on her!” Vice exclaimed, “He’s never going to hear that girl exists!”
“I can neither verify or deny through my own experience,” CEO dissembled.
“The matter remains, are we going to acquiesce to their request?” Vice asked.
“The customer has committed to buying, a thousand of each size, above J cup, band size of 30” up to 42” in each model we create,” CEO informed her, “In this economy, I don’t see how we could ignore the possible future income. Given the first group of one thousand, they are bound to need more and if what I witnessed on the internet is true, I’m betting there is going to be a lot more demand for giant sizes in the near future.”
“I agree,” Vice told her, “Let’s send Violet, she is the best with high tech stuff.”
“Consider it done,” CEO decided. “Do you think that we should add the larger sizes to the catalog?”
“People would think we are nuts!” Vice answered.
“Okay sizes exclusively available in the Las Vegas boutique of the customer. Works for you?” CEO asked.
“As long as it works for the customer, yes,” Vice answered, “She scares me!”
“Me too! Did you see those multi-ton stones fly around like balloon?” CEO asked, still astonished at what she had viewed.
The Boutique
At the casino, Lilith, Wendy and Gloria were surveying a large empty space.
“What do you think?” Lilith asked.
“I think it is big enough. The back door accesses the personnel passageway which will allow for entry without shocking the normal casino users should the need arise. Do you have anyone in mind to run this place?” Gloria asked.
“I was hoping Frances would be interested,” Lilith answered.
“You intend to poach my seamstress,” Wendy accused.
“Don’t you think she can handle it?” Lilith asked.
“Of course, she can. I just don’t want to lose my friend,” Wendy sniffed.
“If getting a new job makes you lose her friendship, I put you that she wasn’t really your friend,” Lilith told her.
“That won’t happen!” Wendy assured her.
“Then why would you want to deny her the ability to grow?” Lilith queried.
“That is so rude! How could you even accuse me of such a thing,” Wendy stated.
“We have shared communion granddaughter. I just needed to help you work your head around it,” Lilith comforted Wendy.
“How soon do we start building it?” Gloria asked, just as a clamor of workmen entered the space.
“Do I really have to answer that?” Lilith asked.
That would be when the casino’s annunciation system would blare with, “Miss. Lilith, there is a Dame Inspector Wellington waiting in your office.”
“It looks like company has come,” Lilith remarked as she led the ladies back to her office.
“Lilith, for some reason I expected you to be in your suite, but when I arrived and was alone it took me a while to find someone who could find you,” Dame Inspector Wellington told Lilith.
“Well, we are somewhat busy making a boutique,” Lilith informed her.
“Ah… understandable,” Dame Inspector Wellington replied, “I do have with me a gift from her Majesty the Queen,”
“The Queen of England has sent a gift to Lilith?” Wendy asked with incredulity.
“The Queen was impressed with you verifying your citizenship as a long-time resident of England; therefore, she has had the government issue an identification for you to use should the need arise,” Dame Inspector Wellington stated as she handed the identification/passports to Lilith.
Lilith glanced at them and handed them to Wendy to peruse.
“Holy shit! Do you realize this gives you ambassadorial status?” Wendy asked.
“Is that a good thing?” Lilith asked.
“Basically, you cannot be arrested anywhere for anything, by anybody,” Dame Inspector Wellington stated.
“That is quite a gift,” Gloria stated.
“Yes, and I am happy to deliver it to you,” Dame Inspector Wellington told Lilith, “I’d like to know more about you if you are up for it. Legend has it that you were from Tintagel.”
“Actually, Morgana Le Fay was from Tintagel. I was from Eden. I have fond memories of Tintagel though,” Lilith sighed.
“How about we go for a visit? With your callbox we could pop in and I could show you around the historical site,” Dame Inspector Wellington offered.
“Don’t tell me the castle is still standing?” Lilith ventured.
“Parts of it are. The Archeologists would give their left nut for what you could tell them!” Dame Inspector Wellington declared.
“Deal!” Lilith instantly agreed.
“No, I wasn’t…” Dame Inspector Wellington stammered.
“Gotcha!” Lilith laughed, “That would be against the ‘Accords for Magic Users’, not to mention giving me a mess of bad press!”
“That’s a relief,” Dame Inspector Wellington sighed, “Hey, I’ll even buy you a beer at King Arthur's Arms pub!”
“I can see this is important to Dame Inspector Wellington, so I’m in, how about you Wendy, are you game to come along?” Lilith asked.
“It beats fighting off mobster hit men! I’m in,” Wendy decided.
“You were having trouble with hitmen?” Dame Inspector Wellington inquired.
“Not much trouble, those bitches are sucking so much Dick they’ll be in the Richard Ha“So, we are all set to go, but one thing I must insist on, my name is Veronica, leave the honorarium at the door please,” Veronica insisted.
Wendy brightened and replied, “Works for me, Veronica!”
“Shall we take a trip?” Lilith asked.
“One quick thing. Do you think you can make it so nobody notices the callbox is missing? There is a whole team of bobbies keeping an eye on it. If it disappears, they’re going to be freaking out. So, can you make it appear as if it is still in place?” Veronica asked.
“I’ll leave a solid image of it behind, so whenever I move it, the bobbies won’t rush off to Stonehenge looking for it,” agreed Lilith.
“Good because the last time at Stonehenge you almost broke the internet!” Veronica admitted.
“We’ll try to be a little more discrete this time, if that is alright with you, Veronica?” Lilith offered.
“Yes, please,” Veronica replied.
“Well, I don’t plan on climbing all those stairs to get up to the castle!” Lilith declared. The callbox deposited them at the portal to the castle, near the top of the island.
As they looked around Lilith declared, “Oh look, somebody built a bridge! This area would have been the barracks for the guardsmen.”
As they walked along the path they came upon some ruins of buildings, “This is where the ladies in waiting were housed.” Further on, “Here is where Morgana grew up!”
“But these are but hollow ruins of what was. We need the callbox!” Lilith walked them back to where they parked it and walked them all inside. The next time the door opened the view was of the stormy cliffside, “Welcome to the crystal cavern!”
They tell us that is the cavern on the leeward side of the island at sea level…” Veronica espoused.
“It wouldn’t matter if you knew exactly where it was, you could never enter it without magic,” Lilith assured them as she held out her hand and the rock in front of them became wispy and Lilith’s hand passed right through and the trio followed, entering a well-appointed chamber with beds, sinks, fireplace and any other amenity one could need. Lilith snapped her fingers and a roaring fire bloomed in the fireplace, “Welcome to the crystal cavern. I see Merlin left this place in stasis. It’s as if he just walked out.”
Looking around the fleece bed covers were still supple, the washbasin when the stoppers were lifted allowed cold and warm water to flow. This place had everything you would expect in a modern hotel room! Of course, with the exception of the television.
Little did I know. That is when Lilith magically opened one of the walls to reveal a giant crystal sphere, “You can’t pick up the Discovery channel on this, but scrying with this absolutely perfect crystal sphere is nearly unbelievable. The Crystal of the Crystal Cavern lies before you,” Lilith informed all of us. “It is late and I grow weary, I suggest we all grab a bed and retire for some needed sleep.”
There was unanimous agreement and everyone lay on one of the beds including Lilith and I.
I could hear everyone making sleeping sounds, but suddenly felt alone for the first time! Lilith was asleep, but for the first time, I was not.
I heard, or was it just in my head… “Grandchild! It is your predecessor! I am Merlin!”
I’m thinking, ‘Okay I’m asleep and this is a weird dream…”
Suddenly the crystal sphere pulsed with light, “You are not asleep or dreaming! Arthur, you are the hope of the generations. You do not realize it, but as my direct descendent, you are the most powerful wizard of your time! You possibly are more powerful than even I am. You have never explored your abilities with the right mindset. See the staff by the doorway?”
“The one with the large crystal on top,” Arthur/Lilith asked.
“That was left for you! Take it in your hand and think necklace,” the voice in my head insisted.
I did as I was told and the staff shrank and became a fob on the necklace around my neck, “Tell no one about this! Know that when you need this, it will become my staff once again and will allow you to channel your wizardly power to take command of any situation. Keep Lilith in line and make sure she does not become over enamored with power! This is your burden my great grandchild, but it is one you are easily able to handle! Should the need arise to consult with me in the future, I am always here!”
A wave of sleepiness rolled over me and I stumbled back over to Merlin’s bed and fell fast asleep.
The new day
“That has to be the best night sleep ever!” Wendy exclaimed!
“OMG! I thought it would only be me!” Gloria exclaimed.
“I feel very refreshed,” Lilith agreed for the both of us.
To me it felt as if the pendant on my chest was glowing with power, but it seemed as if Lilith didn’t notice it at all.
Everyone started their morning toiletries. I was pleasantly surprised to discover a stone bathtub with hot, running water where I bathed with a scented oil Lilith used, and apparently knew where to find.
Once everyone was ready to break their fast, we gathered near the entryway to the cavern and Wendy exclaimed, “Damn, that Merlin knew how to live back in the day!”
A tear actually fell from our eye as Lilith replied, “My friend, Merlin, was very well educated and aware of the future. He tried to create in his environment the luxuries he would view in the future. No matter how terrible the weather outside, it was always temperate and calm inside here,” Lilith placed her hand on a section of the wall and the weather outside was obviously inclement. White caps and high winds were evident.
“Wow, this is cool! Look at the storm out there,” Gloria remarked.
“Yes, it will take some effort to get back to the callbox with those high winds. I think we will do it the easy way!” Lilith decided and the callbox was instantly inside with them.
“Why didn’t we arrive that way?” Veronica asked.
“The Crystal Cavern was locked. Once I unlocked it, I could bring in the callbox,” Lilith explained.
“Well, let’s all go up and look around town?” Veronica offered.
Okay, I’m ready,” Wendy agreed.
We entered the call box and popped out on the streets of Tintagel. We walked a few feet and on the left I saw St. Nectans Pottery, “I have to check this place out!” I made Lilith clomp down the stairs into the potter’s studio and peruse his wares. I was fortunate enough to meet the artist/potter himself, actually affixing a handle to a mug, “You do that so effortlessly! I always had trouble pulling handles! My hands were so big they wound up way too thick!”
“That’s hard to believe,” the guy replied as he assessed my size and stature, “Well, that was in a former life,” I admitted.
“Lilith, that is you, isn’t it?” he stated.
Veronica nearly fainted.
Wendy appeared ready to magically defend us.
“Yes, I am Lilith,” I replied.
“Fixing Stonehenge was remarkable, and all of England is in your debt my lady. Anything in my shop that should suit your fancy, it would be my honor to give you,” the artist remarked.
“Good shopkeeper, I would not deny you compensation for your work. You are quite skilled and your wares are exceptional,” Lilith told him. She waved her hand and produced a gold coin and she handed it to him, “I’d like to have this mug. Please.”
The man looked at the coin and replied, “Ma’am, this coin could buy the whole building and shop!”
“It’s a deal then?” Lilith asked.
“Sorry, I don’t own the building, ma’am,” he replied, shaking his head, “You can have everything else in the shop though, including the wheels and kilns,” he offered.
“My good man, I give you this coin in exchange for this mug,” Lilith stated.
“Ma’am, that coin is a solid gold doubloon worth nearly half a million dollars,” the potter informed her.
“To me, it is worth a piece of your art. Take it and please keep creating beauty like this,” Lilith insisted.
“History has done a massive disservice to you, my lady!” the man tearfully replied.
I left with my big mug and a short way along the sidewalk we came upon a Pasty Shop and this time Wendy whipped out her debit card, to avoid me using inappropriate denominations to compensate the locals for their wares.
“Have you ever eaten a pasty, Gloria?” Lilith asked.
“First I have ever heard of them,” Gloria admitted as she prepared to bite into hers.
“This is Cornish fast food and has been around for centuries!” Veronica added as she dove into hers.
“The Miners of Cornwall would take a pasty into the mines in their pockets, wrapped in newspaper for lunch. The big knuckle is for the miner to hold with his dirty fingers, while he eats the pasty and can throw the knuckle away afterwards. You will note that if your hands are not filthy with mine ore, the knuckle is quite tasty as well,” instructed Lilith.
“How the hell long have they been mining in Cornwall?” Gloria asked.
“About 4,000 years!” Lilith admitted.
“The underground around here must look like a Habitrail!” Gloria decided.
“Hey, I see a place that claims to be King Arthur's Arms pubs! Let’s see what it has to offer,” Wendy enthusiastically decided.
We entered the pub and were asked what we would like and Veronica ordered, “I’d like a ‘Rattler”.”
“Make it four,” Wendy decided for the rest of us.
“Wow, this is really good!” Gloria exclaimed.
“Made right here in Cornwall at Healey’s Cyder Farm!” Veronica advised.
“Not the same Healey’s that made the cars?” burst from my lips.
“Why yes, they were known for automobiles years ago. I believe they have several distinct models on show in the reception area at the distillery,” Veronica informed us.
We watched people playing snooker and tried to keep a low profile, but it wasn’t long and the whispering became louder and louder. That is when a round of free Rattlers showed up, “This is from the owners. You are all welcomed with high honors!”
Seconds later, another round showed up, then another, and another… so many drinks appeared at our table, if alcohol effected Wendy or me, we’d have been drunk on our asses! The look on Veronica’s face was one of almost terror.
Lilith stood up and announced, “We are most appreciative of your honorariums, however there is a limited amount that certain members of our party can consume. Please believe that we appreciate your sentiment and wish you the blessings of the goddess for your intent! Thank You!”
There were exclamations of, “Holy fucking shit! It really is her!”
“Ma’am,” interrupted a server, “the proprietor would be honored if you would accept a room for the night, for you and your entourage.”
“We will accept, if the proprietor will accept a weekend in Las Vegas in exchange,” Lilith offered.
“How… how would she get to Las Vegas? The plane ticket alone would be a couple thousand Pounds!”
“As soon as she has time, she merely needs to think, Las Vegas and a blue callbox will appear which she will be able to enter. She will instantly find herself in Las Vegas in my personal suite. Once I know she is there, she will be installed in the Presential Suite with hot and cold running whores, male or female, whichever she prefers. She’ll even have a two-thousand-dollar gambling allowance, deal?”
“I am not emp…” the server started, but was interrupted by a lady who exclaimed, “I’ll handle it from here Edith.”
“Hi, I’m Ethel, and I own this establishment,” she declared, offering her hand. “You are Lilith and you are Dame Inspector Wellington. I recognize the auburn-haired lady from the video but no one posted her name?”
“My name is Wendy,” Wendy offered.
“I’m Gloria.”
“Well, you honor my establishment with your presence,” Ethel assured us.
“Arthur would be proud his name has been honored in so many ways in this town,” Lilith stated, knowing so many people saw her speaking to him.
“Can we get you anything to eat with your cider?” Ethel asked hopefully. “We have just taken a fresh batch of steak pasties from the oven.”
“Oh, that would be lovely,” Lilith agreed. “Thank you.”
Five minutes later, even before our pasties arrived, a man hesitantly approached us, “Pardon my intrusion your wisdom. I am Mayor of this town and I wanted to personally, welcome you. If you need anything, you have but to ask and we will do the best we can to accommodate you.”
“Harold, don’t pester them!” Ethel accused as she delivered the pasties.
“I am only offering any assistance that the mayor’s office can provide. They need only ask!” Mayor Harold answered, “And with that I take my leave.”
They both scurried away and Gloria asked, “What is with the ‘Wisdoms’ honorarium?”
“That is used here to address witches with respect,” Lilith informed her. “Most here find it ill advised to anger witches.”
“And they haven’t even seen you turn mobsters into cock crazed semen addicts!” Gloria giggled.
“It sounds like we need to get you a water back, honey,” Wendy suggested.
“Don’t try to keep up with us drinking, Gloria,” Lilith advised, “Alcohol doesn’t affect us.”
“Sheesh, now she tells me!”
The pub was SRO in a mere few minutes and I asked Ethel, “Is it always this busy int the pub?”
Ethel blushed down to her toes, “We are one of the most popular pubs in town, but word has gotten around town that you are here. I swear I haven’t told a sole!”
Veronica stated, “Word travels like wild fire in a small town. We understand. I am impressed with how well behaved everyone is.”
“Anyone who can fly a 40-ton blue stone around like a child’s balloon, is not someone anyone wants to annoy, but anyone who rebuilds Stonehenge to speak with the once and future King, in this town, is a superhero!”
As she finished that statement a huge cheer erupted all over the pub!
“We only came to visit the Crystal Cavern left by Merlin…” Wendy stated, “And it was amazing!”
The Pub was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“The crystal cavern is only a big hole at the base of the island…” Ethel remarked.
I grasped the pendant hanging between my breasts and it became a full-sized staff with a huge crystal at the top, “That is not the Crystal Cavern! Merlin’s magic, lives again!” as the orb on top glowed with the brightness of the sun. I shrank the staff down again to my necklace.
Ten people fainted. Three people became catatonic. There were a few instances of loss of bladder control.
Ethel fell to her knees and said, “I hold none above your wisdom.”
“Rise, Ethel and know magic and right has returned,” I told her.
We lost two more with that.
“I will now return Lilith, she should not yet now, we are one!” I told everyone.
“So, is everyone cool with us being here?” Lilith asked.
Another cheer arose, but it was obvious that many patrons were busy helping the fallen.
“I know I speak for everyone in town, you are welcome here in Tintagel as one of us, forevermore.”
“That is so nice of you,” I told her with Lilith watching, “My father was born in Camborne, so it means the world to me to be accepted.”
“The Witchling Lilith in the host born of Cornwall, no greater affiliation would be needed to make you one of us,” the mayor agreed.
By the time we had finished our meal and drank as much of the cider we could handle, I swear the pub was overfilled with everyone in town, but there was plenty of room around us.
“What say we turn in for the night,” I asked the others.
“Yes, I’m getting drowsy,”
We had to wake up Gloria to get her to leave with us.
As we made our way to the exit, it was as if the red sea parted in front of us. People would nearly wind up on top of each other getting out of our way. Once we were outside, we made our way to the room, but there was a pile of things in front of the door, all with notes attached.
Veronica picked up a package and read the note, “This belongs to you.” She opened the package and there was a medallion inside she did not recognize.
“Goodness, the medallion of hope! Haven’t seen it in centuries before I was imprisoned,” Lilith assured us. “Its magic has long since diminished. Hand it to me and I will re-invigorate it.”
She handed it over and Lilith glowed a moment and then said, “Return to your previous master, do as you were intended.”
The next gift was a brick from the castle which had the name, ‘Morgana Le Fay’, on it. Seeing that brought tears to Lilith’s eyes as she accepted the brick.
The very next package held a crystal, which had the note, ‘Merlin’ attached.
Lilith wept, but I reached out and grasped the crystal, feeling instantly whom had left it for me, Glenda!
There were several other gifts, but none that were as significant as those two.
Lilith moved the callbox into our hotel room and almost immediately a giant pair of boobs pushed their way through the doors, followed by Tina Titans exclaiming, “Gotta eat pussy!” until she spied me, whereupon she dove between my legs and began making lesbian love to my crotch. As she dumped the loads gathered by around 100 sluts into my Witchling, sending both of us into intense gushing orgasms.
Tina had trouble getting her breasts through the door of the callbox, but managed by tipping her upper torso to one side to be able to push them through the narrow door as she returned to the Casino.
“I’ve never thought of myself as a prude, but that was a little uncomfortable,” Veronica admitted.
Glenda laughed and added, “You ain’t seen nothing sweetie! The sexual antics that go on at the Casino would make Larry Flint Blush! We have a dominatrix who if she has a guy asks her to feminize him, she has him sign a contract saying he wants to be feminized, then she dresses him up in girly clothing. The next thing he knows, she’s butt fucking him with a ten-inch clitoris! When she orgasms, she fills his ass with feminizer serum. That causes him to ejaculate, but nothing shoots from his penis, all the sperm goes into transforming him into a woman. Before he can recover from the dual orgasm, (One male, one female) he discovers a cock thrusting down his throat from one of her other slaves, until he winds up having his throat filled with sperm, making him have another dual orgasm, two loads of jizzum. The next thing he knows, there is a cock thrusting in his ass, and soon another load is deposited in his big jiggly girly bottom, which caused him to experience another dual orgasm. Unbeknownst to him, he was now a she with a vagina of his very own! The dominatrix would always ask, feeling feminine enough now sweetie?”
“Wow, that would be something to see!” Veronica admitted.
“A little tongue fucking is nothing compared to those kinds of things!” Gloria slurred. “I watched five of the toughest mobsters I ever met turned into bimbo cum dumps!”
“Well, can we expect any more sexual liaisons or can we get some sleep?” Veronica asked.
“That depends,” Wendy answered.
“On what?”
“If you like girls or not,” Wendy answered with a smile.
“Don’t tease Veronica, Wendy! There are three beds. Veronica gets one. Gloria gets one and my granddaughter and I will share the other,” Lilith informed the constable.
“I was just offering. I mean she hasn’t gotten any in a couple days…” Wendy determined. “Of course, you would be a much better choice…”
“Not if she’s looking for a big thick cock, I’m not!” Lilith admitted. “Now that I’ve had my sustenance, I’m ready for bed.”
Gloria was already passed out, so the three of us striped her, removed her makeup and stuffed her into a nightie, before tucking her in for the night.
Then the three of us did our own prep work, leaving Veronica to climb into her own bed and Wendy and I to slide in together, “I know we can’t fool around tonight, but can I at least hold you when we sleep grandmother?”
“Sure, just keep the groping to a minimum,” Lilith accepted.
“Did you just call her grandmother?” Veronica asked from the next bed.
“You did know that I’m a witch too, didn’t you Veronica?” Wendy asked.
“Well, I can’t say that I’ve seen you do anything witchy, so no I didn’t know, but still grandmother?” Veronica admitted.
“Lilith is mother to all Witchlings, so I don’t know how many times removed she is, but she is grandmother to my Witchling,” Wendy explained, “She is also to whom I am apprenticed, and the father to my baby!”
“You’re pregnant?” Veronica asked, hand covering her astonishment.
“Well, I’m not, but my Witchling is,” Wendy giggled.
“So, there are going to be many more witches with powers like Lilith?” Veronica fretted.
Wendy let out a huge guffaw, “Hell no! Before Lilith, I could barely do a bit of scrying. Now I can do many more things, but nobody has anywhere near the abilities of Lilith!”
“Have no fear, Wendy is on the ‘Council of Magic’ and sworn to uphold the ‘Accords for Magic Users’, which prohibits magic users from doing anything to a mundane, unless they ask for it, or threaten harm to said magic user. Therefore, by threatening me with a firearm, someone forfeits any protection and allows the magic user to punish the offender, but only appropriately and for a length of time which would be given by any legal court of law,” Lilith explained.
“So, if some rapist attacks you with a knife…” Veronica proposed.
“He winds up pissing in a seated position for life and spends 3 years as a cum dump for every rape he has committed,” Lilith explained.
“How will you know how many rapes he has committed?”
“I don’t need to. He knows and I’ll just read it from his mind,” Lilith finished.
“You read minds?” Veronica nervously asked.
“Only those who have forfeited protection are allowed,” Lilith clarified. “You can believe that my host is extremely strict on the rules, which I appreciate more than you will ever know!”
‘You are welcome, dear,’ I thought to Lilith.
Veronica felt better knowing that she was safe from having magic used on or against her so she fell off to sleep easily.
Gloria woke up with a bit of a hangover and was complaining and bitchy enough, Lilith grabbed ahold of her and fixed it, “Holy shit! Hangover gone! I love you Lilith!”
“There are some benefits hanging out with witches,” Lilith agreed. “Well, I think it’s time to get back to work.”
Lilith led us back through the callbox and once at the casino she said, “Thank you Veronica for motivating us to take a break at Tintagel.” Lilith gave Veronica a hug.
“Don’t mention it, and wow you are a good hugger!” Veronica extoled, “I was enthralled in the Crystal Cavern the whole time!”
“Merlin was amazing and contrary to the legends you have heard, he was my friend,” Lilith stated with a tear in her eye.
‘That is why Merlin gave me to you, Lilith,’ I thought to her.
‘Are you joking?’ she thought back.
‘Merlin knew that I, his descendant, would become your new host,’ I thought to her.
‘No wonder it took so much magic to transform your body!’ Lilith realized. She was hoping that her host didn’t realize the he was a wizard! Although for those times that they were both in agreement, nothing could resist the combined power of a wizard and a witch!
The whole internal exchange took less than a second.
“I’ll get back to London and pass your thanks on to the Queen, but still I want you to accept my thanks for the experiences we have shared!” Veronica expresses as she hugged the stuffing out of Wendy.
“That is very gratifying,” Lilith admitted, “I hope we can go on fun adventures together in the future.”
“I am at your beck and call Lilith,” Veronica confessed, “If you need me for anything, you have my cell number!”
“I am going to miss you Dame Inspector Wellington!” Lilith hugged her for the last time before she left through the callbox back to London.
Appliances
I visited the burgeoning boutique and spoke with Frances, “Are things working out here? I hope our relationship with Fantasie of England is a boon to your new boutique!”
“You bet! They came and laser scanned Tina. The engineer fainted when she disrobed, but we had smelling salts ready to bring her back around. After that she scanned half a dozen of our bustiest sluts and left with a determined look on her face. I’ve been anxiously awaiting what comes from their investigation,” Frances admitted.
“Have you thought of anything new you’d like to offer?” Lilith asked.
Frances got a kind of funny smile on her faces and said, “I’d like to be able to offer the experience of being a real female to crossdressers. Do you think you can make that happen?”
“I can make up some artificial gaffs they can wear for like 24 hours, but if they wear them longer, they could become permanent!” Lilith offered.
“So, I could offer the full female experience for one day?” Frances asked excitedly.
“Sure, but I can’t tell you that you can offer them anything less than F cups,” Lilith smirked.
“Well, having boobs will certainly make sure they get the full experience!” Frances laughed, “I don’t think the bust line will cause any crossdresser a moment’s hesitation.”
“Okay, pick up some regular gaffs and I’ll come and give the magic to them,” Lilith agreed, “But you must caution the users strenuously not to wear them longer than 24 hours!”
“I’ll make it the first line of the rental contract and read it out loud to the customer,” Frances confirmed.
We left the Boutique by the private rear hallway and started making our way back to the main office and met up with Wendy, “You once mentioned that you know a sorceress…?”
“Sure do! She has a shop in town where she sells potions and stuff,” Wendy admitted.
“I’d love to meet her,” Lilith told her.
“No problem,” she called her limo to meet us out front and drove a way off the strip to a small store that proclaimed potions and elixirs were available.
We walked in and Wendy yelled, “Where can a girl get a decent love potion?”
A small redhead popped up and proclaimed, “It’s too late for that! I already love you!” she threw her arms around Wendy in a friendly hug.
“Misty, I’d like you to meet Lilith,” Wendy introduced.
Misty released Wendy and offered a typical limp lady handshake, “Nice to meet you Lilith.”
When their hands met Misty exclaimed, “Wow! I’ve never gotten a rush like that from anybody! My mom was a real shock but you put them all to shame lady!”
“The way Wendy described you I wasn’t sure you were really a sorceress until now, albeit a young and relatively untrained one,” Lilith replied.
“Hey, I’ve read the book and I’ve learned all the spells! I’m just not very powerful,” she sighed.
“Can I see your conjuring crystal,” Lilith asked.
Misty produced it and let Lilith hold it. It immediately glowed as brightly as the sun and Lilith reported, “There’s your problem, Misty! This is a crystal that is given to a child sorceress! It leaks like crazy and makes it difficult to properly focus your spells.”
“Hey! That was a gift from my mother when I was… oh, ten years old,” she slowly realized she had just learned a truth.
“Didn’t your mother give you any better crystals?” Lilith asked.
“No, I was rebellious and left home when I was fairly young and didn’t want to be a sorceress, that is until I received news that mother had died…” she became saddened and looked about to burst into tears.
Lilith trapped her to her bosom and crooned, “There, there… it is very unusual for sorceresses to die.”
“She left me everything! The house the store and even her car!” Misty sniffed.
“Really? Can you show me your house?” Lilith asked.
“I… I just met you,” Misty stammered.
“Can I visit your house?” Wendy asked.
“Oh, sure Wendy,” Misty agreed and we walked out the back of the store, (after Misty locked up) to visit a modest home behind the store.
“Did you search the house thoroughly after you inherited it?” Lilith asked, “Did you find your mother’s workshop.”
“No, I figured she just worked at the store,” Misty admitted.
“What about the basement?” Lilith asked.
“This house doesn’t have a basement,” Misty insisted.
Lilith waved her hands around and a sharp crack could be heard, “Where does that door go to then?”
“Where the hell did that door come from? I’ve lived in this house most of my life and I’ve never seen that door!” Misty nearly screeched in reply.
“Well, let’s go see where it goes,” Lilith suggested, leading the ways through to the stairs downward. It was quickly evident that we had found her mother’s workshop and on the main workbench there was a crystal sitting upon a note.
“May I?” Lilith asked.
“Please do, I’m too freaked out right now to check it out myself,” Misty admitted.
Lilith picked up the crystal and the glow of the pure light was nearly unbelievable. She picked up the note and read it aloud, “My dearest daughter, I knew you would eventually find my workshop! I have left you a proper spell casting crystal and the two final books to complete your training as a sorceress. Take heart that I am not dead. It was becoming too difficult to convince people that I was old enough to be your mother so I had to move on to a new identity elsewhere, where I can appear as a girl that would be your contemporary. You too will enjoy an extremely long life as all of our kind do so, we may eventually meet each other again, but you must not let on that I am your mother or the mundanes will become jealous and that sometimes can be fatal to our kind. Study the books and learn the art well my precious daughter and above all have a happy life!”
“Three books Misty?” Lilith remarked.
“That’s what mother says,” Misty sighed.
“I am tired of inadequate magic users in the century!” Lilith nearly yelled.
The two other women were startled and startled again when a popping noise from very near them sounded the arrival of the callbox.
“That’s it! You two are coming with me!” Lilith demanded.
All three entered the box and when they exited there were snow drifts all about and a pile of scattered stones ahead on a walkway. Lilith marched through the snow and passed what was once the threshold of a stone house and as the last of them entered the ruins, they were suddenly surrounded by a fully enclosed cottage with a roaring fire in a stone fireplace and a woman sitting in a rocking chair.
“Glenda, I’d like you to meet one of your descendants, Misty,” Lilith introduced.
“Oh, so young! Take my hand dear,” Glenda insisted.
Misty’s knees went weak as she shook hands, “Lordy, it’s like shaking hands with Miss Lilith!”
“So much potential with so little training. Such a shame! I accept the challenge!” Glenda declared.
“I knew you would, my friend!” Lilith beamed.
“My dear Misty, you will be my apprentice!” Glenda announced.
“Whoa… this is going a bit fast for me! You are an ancestor of mine named Glenda,” she postulated.
“Yes, my dear,” Glenda gently affirmed as she rocked.
“You want to mentor me…” Misty again verified.
“And when I am finished, you will be the most powerful sorceress of your time,” Glenda assured her.
“I have all three books now,” Misty claimed.
The tinkling laughter that came from Glenda was music itself, “Dear child there are twelve books from which you will need to learn before you are ready to be taught by me!”
“Holy sh…” Misty couldn’t finish it.
“Lilith, I owe you for bringing her to me. If her mother has only learned three books of the art, it means that so much has been lost!” Glenda remarked.
“Think nothing of it, Glenda. I was becoming lonely without decent magic users around,” Lilith admitted.
“It does seem that Merlin was able to make sure you cannot get out of hand again,” Glenda remarked.
“What do you mean?” Lilith asked.
“Oh, nothing… Forget I said anything,” Glenda quickly tried to cover her possible fopaux. “Misty dear, would you go to the left side of the fireplace mantle and remove the third brick from the left of the mantle?”
Misty did as she was asked.
“Now reach inside and take the crystal,” Glenda urged.
“Oh my god, Glenda, that crystal is a piece of…” Lilith didn’t finish the statement.
“Hush Lilith, you’ll frighten the young ones,” Glenda told her.
Misty held the aforementioned crystal with reverence, “What should I do with it, Glenda?”
“Bring beauty and happiness to the world, right wrongs and do what is right, child,” Glenda stated with a smile.
“Are you saying this is mine?” Misty asked with incredulity.
“You are the Sorceress of this Age! You will rival Lilith here in abilities when fully trained! You need to realize your place in this world youngling! You are the fourth corner! You, Lilith, The master wizard and the mundane. You are the insurance that chaos does not rule the world,” Glenda promised.
“Actually, Lilith isn’t on the council,” Misty declared.
Glenda just smiled and rocked.
“Glenda, you should come back and live with me,” Misty urged.
“I cannot child. In World War II my home was bombed by the Nazis and I died. I can only manifest here, but for you, I will always be here,” Glenda assured her as the scene of the warm and welcoming cottage dissolved.
Misty began quietly weeping and holding her crystal tightly to her as Lilith urged her back to the callbox and a return to her home.
“I never knew she existed until today but I am so sad to know she died!” Misty blubbered.
Glenda was the most powerful sorceress that ever lived. At times a friend and at other times an adversary, but she was always Glenda the good,” Lilith assured Misty. “You have the location of her cabin in your phone via the GPS so you can visit her, after you master those next two books, then she will provide the next book. I don’t know what financial resources you have, but if I were you, I’d find a way to purchase that site, and maybe restore Glenda’s cottage.”
After a month of study and practice, Misty completed the second and third books. She returned to Norway, to the town where Glenda’s cottage was and discovered that it was indeed for sale. Apparently, the last owner had brought heavy machinery to the site to clear off the rubble, but the equipment wouldn’t run. He brought out mechanic after mechanic to try and make his machines work, but to no avail! Once the developer finally gave up on his plans, it didn’t take long for him to discover he hadn’t been the first to try.
When Misty inquired as to the availability of the property the owner jumped at the opportunity to offload the white elephant, but to kind of twist the knife, he required the new buyer to either purchase the machinery trapped on the property, or if they could return the equipment and get the property for free.
Misty went out with the previous owner, sat in the equipment, started them and allowed an operator to drive them onto trailers that removed them from the site.
“Damndest thing I ever saw! Nobody, I mean nobody could start that excavator for almost a year and she climbed up and it took right off!” the equipment operator told the previous property owner, “I tried to start one before she climbed in and nothing! She gets in and it fired faster than my brand-new equipment!”
“Did you try to move some dirt before you loaded them?” the developer asked.
“Yep, couldn’t even put the blade on the dozer down. Any move that wasn’t toward the trailer, the little woman who started the equipment would shake her finger at me and either the machine wouldn’t go the way I wanted, or the engine would die and she would have to restart it,” the operator admitted.
“Well damn it, I was hoping to get some money out of this deal, but at least I got a million dollars of equipment back,” the developer reasoned. “Good riddance to a useless property.”
Misty smiled at the awesome bargain she had gotten on Glenda’s cottage as she walked into the small local town and entered the pub. At the counter she bellied up and asked for a cider and some local information.
“What you want to know stranger?” the barkeep asked.
“I have recently obtained a local property and a stranger I may be, but this property was previously owned by my ancestor, Glenda and I’d like to find a local who is adept at stone building,” Misty admitted.
“G… G… Glenda! You are related to Glenda?” he stammered.
“Yes, and her memory is very precious to me,” Misty forcefully assured the man.
“Him, that man at the table there! He was the master of stone work locally! Talk to him! I’ll bring your cider,” he hurriedly answered with eyes as round as silver dollars.
As Misty walked over, she could see the barkeep whispering to his coworker as he opened her cider and prepared to bring it to her.
“Excuse me for bothering you sir, but I am told that you are the best stone builder in the area and I’d like to hire you to rebuild my ancestor’s cottage,” Misty told the older man.
“Well, missy, I’d sure like to take you up on that but if you take one look at these arthritic hands, you’d know for certain that ain’t about to happen,” he sadly replied.
“Is that all that would prevent you from rebuilding Glenda’s cabin?” Misty asked again.
“Glenda? You want to rebuild Glenda’s place?” he exclaimed, “I’d crawl over a hundred feet of glass to do that, were I able!”
“Stay here, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes with a tea that will fix those hands and restore much of your vigor,” she spun on her heels and left the old man with his mouth agape.
Fifteen minutes later she returned and looked to the barkeep, “Boiling water, NOW!”
The guy could have stood in for a ghost he was so pale.
She approached the table where the old guy was still seated, “You are about to become a much more vigorous fellow.”
The pot of hot water showed up almost instantly and Misty placed the poultice she had prepared into the pot, “Drink this and then tell me if you will work for me.”
The old fellow drank down the tea and in moments his twisted hands resumed a normal attitude and he was flexing them in amazement, “Lady if you can give me enough of this tea, I’ll rebuild Glenda’s whole world! Look at my hands! I’m useful again!” he planted a kiss on her cheek. “Work for you? I’ll have your baby if I could!”
“Here are enough herbs for a month to get you started and here is my cell phone number for when you might need more. Record the hours you work and I will send you recompense,” Misty advised.
The first day the old man showed up at Glenda’s cottage he began placing rocks, which seemed to know where they belonged. “When lunch time came around, he found a bowl of hot stew and a flagon of tea sitting out for him. Slightly spooked but grateful he dug into the meal and the tea made his hands feel even better so he fell back to work without hesitation. By the end of the day, he’d accomplished so much more work than he’d realized.
Walking home he passed the pub without stopping and fell into his bed asleep with the fatigue of a good day’s work done!
Come the morning, he made himself a pot of his special tea and was ready to work in no time at all. He walked back up to Glenda’s cottage and began placing stones until his nose was telling him something delicious was nearby. He found pastries sitting on the stoop for his so after snarfing them down and returning to work placing stones where they wished to be.
Lunch turned out to be rabbit stew and more tea.
The old man decided to send a message of thanks to Misty for providing food for his workdays, but when he messaged her, she didn’t seem to know what he was talking about.
When he was placing the last slate roofing stone, he felt eyes on him so when he turned, he saw Misty watching. He climbed down and greeted her, “What do you think ma’am?”
“It looks exactly like it looks! It is perfect! Glenda will be so happy!” Misty gushed.
“Did you say Glenda?” the old fellow asked.
“Her spirit is still here and as a sorceress myself, I can speak with her here,” Misty informed him, “Come inside with me. I know she will enjoy speaking with you.”
“Um… okay,” he said and followed her through the door. He was massively surprised to see a fire in the stone fireplace and nearly wet himself to see a woman rocking in a nearby chair.
“Welcome, and thank you ever so much for rebuilding my cottage,” Glenda told him.
“You! You were the one leaving food out for me!” he accused.
“Without Misty being present I couldn’t tell you how much your hard work meant to me, so I made sure you were fed and had a good supply of magically charged tea to chase away that nasty arthritis,” Glenda admitted.
“I couldn’t see you before because Misty wasn’t here, but you were still here?” he asked.
“I am always here,” Glenda acknowledged.
“Misty, ma’am, I’d like to keep working if you’ll let me and if I can keep getting your special tea,” the old fellow requested.
“Oh, goodness it slipped my mind,” Misty exclaimed, “You must have run out quite a while ago!”
“But ma’am, there’s been a bag full waiting on the porch every week like clockwork,” he countered.
Misty looked over at Glenda.
“Yes, it was me. I had to take care of Sven. He kept forgetting to bring a meal and something to rehydrate during the day and he needed something to help bulk him up. I take care of people who work to help me dears. If Sven want to keep working, he knows which walls need repair and the manger and the stone shit house,” Glenda agreed. “I will continue to provide food and potions to keep him strong and healthy, even if he just wants to come out and visit with me. He has been good company after so long.”
“Wow, the stories ae true, Glenda the most powerful sorceress ever lived here, what no one knew is that she still lives here! I’ve seen your rocking chair in the local museum and it looks like the one you are in now!” Sven disclosed.
“I will return it Glenda,” Misty declared.
“I doubt they will want to give it back,” Sven cautioned. “It is one of their main attractions.”
“Oh, Glenda, thank you for book five. I believe I am ready for book six,” Misty asked.
Glenda waved her hand and book five appeared in her hands, “Thank you Ancestress!”
Sven’s eyeballs nearly popped out of his head, “You descend from Glenda…?”
“I am more than proud to make that claim, Sven,” Misty revealed.
“You are a sorceress like Glenda?”
“Not even close, Sven, but I’m learning,” Misty admitted.
“Misty is now the most powerful living sorceress in the world, Sven,” Glenda told the shaken man.
“I am nowhere near the most powerful magic wielder on earth though, that would be Lilith,” Misty proclaimed.
“Actually, it is Arthur,” Glenda corrected.
“Who the hell is Arthur?” Misty asked.
“Lilith’s host!” Glenda snickered.
“That bimbo was named Arthur,” Misty asked trying to understand.
“Merlin screwed her. He set her up so that the only host available was a wizard descendant of his, that she would have to transform into a woman to take as a host. What she didn’t know was she would awaken his powers! If she should get out of hand, Arthur can take control, but even before that he will serve as a moral compass for her,” Glenda was nearly busting a gut at the checkmate.
“Still, the combination of the two are unbelievably powerful,” Misty declared.
“And an immense force for good in this world,” Glenda wistfully informed them.
“She sure hooked me up,” Misty agreed.
“You would have never exceeded your mother’s attainments without her,” Glenda agreed. “You need to maintain a close relationship with both Lilith and Wendy. Wendy has already exceeded your abilities, just from one communion with Lilith. Book five will bring you close, but another communion and she will jump to book seven. Once you finish the books you will exceed what Lilith will allow Wendy to know, and once I finish the rest of your training, you will even rival Lilith, but you will never be able to challenge Arthur,” Glenda informed her.
“Arthur doesn’t even have a crystal,” Misty objected.
“Do you remember the stick like necklace Lilith wore? That was Merlin’s staff and it has a flawless crystal the size of a softball atop it,” Glenda told her with a wink. “It is tied to a flawless crystal in the crystal cavern the size of a coach!”
“Wow!”
“That’s enough for now,” Glenda determined, “Sven is becoming woozy.”
“I thank you Glenda and will return soon with your rocker,” Misty bowed her thanks and dragged Sven out with her.
“I am so blessed Misty to be in the company of two such great sorceresses,” Sven gushed.
“Don’t go getting all weird on me Sven,” Misty warned, “I’m just a girl who owns an apothecary in the states.”
“Can I take you to the museum, ma’am?” Sven asked, changing the subject.
“Sure,” Misty agreed.
Once there Sven introduced, “Brit, this is my good friend and employer, Misty.”
“Nice to meet you Misty,” Brit shook hands, “Are you here to look around the museum?”
“Actually, an ancestress of mine wants her rocker back,” Misty got straight to the point.
“Get real! I’m not just going to give the centerpiece of my exhibit to you, just because you ask!” Brit angrily replied.
“Have it your way, Brit,” Misty replied, “By the end of the week, you will be begging me to take it.”
Sven spoke up, “Oh god, Brit, you have no idea the events you have just set into motion!”
“I’ll check back in a couple days,” Misty threatened as she left.
Two days later when they entered the museum, Brit was trying to clip the hairy mustache off her face and to hide the long underarm hair she was sporting and mumbling, “No matter how often I shave it, it just grows back even faster!”
“Ready to give me the rocker yet?” Misty asked.
“A little extra hair growth? Ha! No way!” Brit emphatically exclaimed.
The very next day when Misty visited, she discovered Brit frantically diddling herself, “You ready to give me the rocker yet?”
The heavily bearded finger fucking woman replied, “I don’t care what you do to me, I am not giving up the rocker!”
“Have it your way,” Misty said and left.
The next day when she visited the bearded lady was still finger fucking herself and a man with a vagina was busy doing the same, “You two look kind of busy, I better come back tomorrow…”
“No! Take the fucking rocker! Just turn us back to normal!” Brit pleaded.
“Oh, all this wasn’t my doing. Glenda really wanted the rocker back that was stolen from her home. She just didn’t know where to find it, and who stole it until now,” Misty admonished, “I’ll plead your case with Glenda when I bring the rocker back. I’m certain your husband will get his manhood back as he was uninvolved in the theft.”
Misty grabbed the rocker and drove it to Glenda’s place, and replaced it where Glenda always appeared when she was visible, “Glenda, you have your rocker and she who took it wishes to petition for relief, especially for her spouse.”
Glenda appeared in her returned rocker, “The man is now restored. The thief is no longer bearded, but her husband will need much stamina to fulfill her needs for the next two months.”
“That is a very wise decision, Glenda,” Misty agreed, “I need book six.”
The book appeared in her hands as she asked, “Many thanks. Is there anything I can do for you before I go back to my home?”
“Dear girl, you have given me more than I have hoped for, for over sixty years. All I would ask of you is to be certain to befriend Lilith. Hold your friends close, but hold you possible adversaries even closer,” Glenda advised.
The Council
When Glenda returned home, she had to attend the ‘Council of Magic’ and meet with the other members. Wendy was there and Madrich, Misty was surprised to see Lilith attend as well.
Madrich spoke the obvious, “We do not normally have outsiders attend our closed meetings, Wendy.”
“I am here to introduce, Lilith, the most powerful Witch of all time,” Wendy told the group.
“I can attest to that!” Misty emphatically agreed.
“She looks like a bimbo,” Madrich accused.
“You look like a magic thief! You come to this meeting just to siphon magic from your peers instead of acquiring it as a true wizard!” Lilith stated, “This man has been stealing magic from all of you for years.”
Misty and Wendy turned an accusatorial eye towards Madrich.
“It is not true! She lies!” Madrich swore pointing at Lilith.
Suddenly things in the room changed as Lilith reached up and grasped her necklace.
Misty knew what was about to happen and exclaimed, “Madrich, your ass is grass and about to be mowed!”
Lilith pulled the staff free and announced, “Madrich, you have abilities untapped, but you will only achieve them in your source. You are exiled until you learn to gather your own magic!”
Madrich disappeared with a pop!
“Meeting adjourned,” Misty declared.
Madrich found himself high in the mountains, he knew not where but the mouth of the cave in which he stood wafted warm air, whereas two steps beyond he could feel below zero temperatures.
Madrich had never felt so much magical power before being suddenly transported here. He was oddly drawn deeper into the cavern where he felt a peace he’d never before felt. The further he ventured into the cave the more he felt that this was where he belonged. He’d brought forth a wizard light so that he could see his way, and strangely when the cavern split, his wizard light would only illuminate in the proper side. After walking nearly, a mile, he came upon a large crystal structure which glowed with power and warmth. Close by he found a staff with a large crystal the size of a golf ball and when he grasped it the power pulsed through him like he’d never felt stealing it from the other users of magic.
He stayed in that cavern for a week, not needing food and drinking from water running over the crystal and all that time he was being taught how to use his powers for good.
When he could finally port himself back home, he was an entirely different man. He visited Lilith at the casino, “I have no idea how you knew where to send me, but oh my god! I know where my power comes from and what it is for!”
“So is the great Madrich the magician done for?” Lilith asked.
“Oh, hell no! However now, I will use my show to find people who need my magic and be able to provide help without them needing to know where it came from!”
“That is a noble ambition and I applaud your mission,” Lilith told him.
“Where did you get that staff?” he asked.
“What staff?” Lilith asked.
Something told Madrich to drop the subject, “Never mind…”
The Vatican
A few days later Lilith was walking through one of the private hallways and was confronted by a man with his collar backwards and holding a large broadsword, “Abomination, prepare to meet your doom!”
The man rushed her and tried to swing the sword and strike Lilith with it. It came to a stop a fraction of an inch away from Lilith’s face, “Excalibur will never harm one who is pure of heart, fool!”
Lilith grasped the handle of the sword away from her assailant, who was frozen like a statue.
“Who sent you to attack me?” Lilith insisted.
“The Vatican does not suffer a witch to live! We exterminated your kind once and will again!” he claimed.
“Well, not you specifically,” Lilith laughed, “I think I will call you Mary Mounds, after the whore you made of Christ’s wife!”
The next thing the priest knew he was saddled with 32 M cup breasts at five-foot one inch tall and craving cock in any form she could get it!
“Well Mary, I don’t have a job for you, but I think you will find a way to fulfill your new needs! You will be visited by Tina Titans to gather up all the sperm you acquire. For the next 100 years!” Lilith chortled.

Lilith whipped out her cell phone from her cleavage and dialed Veronica, “Hello dear, I need you to arrange an audience with the queen for me!”
“Lilith! Oh, I’m not sure I can do that…” Veronica hemmed, “Is it important?”
“I have a gift for the Queen and I will not give it to anyone else!” Lilith replied.
“You know that I’ll get fired if this isn’t worthy of her time, don’t you?” Veronica inquired.
“If you don’t, you’ll wind up in the tower,” Lilith insisted.
“How soon do you need this?” Veronica asked.
“A couple of hours would be perfect,” Lilith advised
“A couple of months would be a miracle!” Veronica advised.
“That would cost too many lives…” Lilith claimed.
“I’ll call you back,” Veronica decided.
Two hours later, Lilith’s phone made her titties jiggle, “Hello, Veronica.”
“I don’t fucking believe it, but we have an audience with her majesty in an hour! How soon can you be out of the call box?” Veronica asked.
Lilith waved at the camera she knew was watching that street, “Can you see me now?”
The squad car pulled adjacent to her and as Veronica jumped out and exclaimed, “I sure do! What’s in the blanket?”
“We will be safer if you do not know yet,” Lilith advised being mysterious.
“Alright, but the Queen’s guard might not be so agreeable…” Veronica advised as we entered the squad car.
Once we arrived at the palace and exited the squad car, a mob of fans went crazy and we wound up inside a mob of thousands wanting to get a look at the both of us.
Lilith grasped her necklace and when the staff was in hand, the crystal flashed with fire! The mob pulled back and the two approached the gate where one of the stone-faced guards stood. Veronica went to open the gate and the guard was on her in an instant.
“We have an appointment to see the queen, my good man!” Veronica advised him.
“I see no official pass in your hand ma’am; therefore, you are not to be believed!” the guard insisted.
“I am Dame Inspector Wellington. This is Lilith, Special Ambassador to the United Kingdom! I wouldn’t try to stop us if you value your manhood!” Veronica insisted.
He was on his radio so fast you couldn’t see him place it in his hand, “Yes Leftenant! They will be passed right away!”
“The guard dropped to one knee and held the gate open for the two of us to pass.
We were met by one of the ‘Greymen’, “This audience is highly unusual! I need to inspect the item inside the blanket before you can see the queen!”
“If I allow you to see this, I will need to exterminate you. Do you believe your need is worth the consequences?” Lilith asked the man.
“How do I know you do not plan to harm the queen with that?” he asked.
“Because if I wanted the queen dead, I could have done it from Las Vegas!” Lilith assured the man, “Just like I can make it so you are wearing matching pink brassiere and thong panties set!”
The guy got a weird look on his face and with a voice that cracked like a teenage boy said, “You may pass!”
“Good choice because the next move would have been making those panties fit correctly!” Lilith advised the man.
He escorted us inside, walking funny, and just outside a door, told us to wait as he announced us. He came back and told us the Queen was having tea and we were invited to join her.
“Oh, get on with it, Quincy!” came from inside.
We entered a big drawing room with the Queen sitting and sipping tea, “Veronica and Lilith, I had been hoping to meet you in person at some time. When I heard that you urgently requested an audience, I insisted that my staff make it happen.”
“Even though Lilith hasn’t even told me what it is about, when Lilith tells me it’s urgent that she meet with you, I had to believe her,” Veronica admitted.
“As soon as we are alone, I will reveal why I needed to see you,” Lilith declared, eyeballing Quincy.
“Leave us Quincy and tell the maids to stay clear as well,” the Queen ordered.
Lilith carefully placed the bundle onto the coffee table and unwrapped it, hearing two loud gasps.
“Is that what I think it is?” the Queen asked.
“If you think it is Excalibur, then you think correctly,” Lilith affirmed. “I have brought it to you as quickly as I could after obtaining it from the assassin sent by the Vatican tried to kill me with it. I feel certain that they believe that they are the rightful owners. I do not!”
“There is no way that I could ever wield it, but if it belongs to anyone, it belongs to England,” the Queen agreed.
“I would have trouble trying to keep it with errand boy after errand boy coming after it, so if you announce that Excalibur has been found and returned, they won’t be trying to recover it from me,” Lilith explained, “That won’t stop them from trying to retrieve it from you, but you have better security resources that I have and a media display that the crown has it will help discourage them.”
“Sound logic,” the Queen agreed.
“The only shaky part is between now and when you can secure it, which is why I have kept the knowledge of its existence to as few as I could. The Vatican has spies everywhere,” Lilith declared.
“Surely not within the palace,” Veronica exclaimed in shock.
The Queen smirked and picked up the phone next to her, “Get me Captain Megan Couto. Megan, meet me in the drawing room immediately.”
The captain of the guard, came at a fast trot but as she burst through the door saying, “I’m here my… Oh my god!” She came to an abrupt stop, “Is that… is that, Excalibur?”
“Got it in one,” the Queen told her with a smile, “Now guess why you are here?”
“I will personally escort Excalibur to the Tower of London and secure it with the crown jewels, your majesty,” Megan promised.
“Avoid using guardsmen who are Catholic,” Lilith added.
The captain of the guard looked to the Queen.
“Do as she said Megan,” the Queen affirmed.
“Is she… ah…” Megan stammered.
“Why yes, she is an honored guest and the person who has gifted Excalibur to us,” the Queen told her.
She began reaching for the sword and Lilith told her, “Do not touch it. Use the blanket and wrap it well. Excalibur has a bad habit of harming anyone who should not wield it.”
“You speak as if it is alive,” Megan replied with skepticism.
“As I did not create this blade, but I did create one like it and I can tell you it is alive. Merlin created this one and that boy was scary powerful! Get my drift?” Lilith informed the captain.
“But you can touch Excalibur?” Megan asked.
“I’m scary powerful too,” Lilith told her with a smile and helped rewrap the sword so Megan could take it.
“It will be safe with me,” she bowed.
As she was leaving Lilith said, “Call if there is any difficulty.”
Megan rolled her eyes as she closed the door.
“She is a very competent guardsman,” the Queen assured Lilith.
“I’m sure she can handle anything in the mundane realm, but on the off chance that the Vatican should resort to magic…” Lilith just let the thought die.
“I wish I had a crystal to scry with…”
“Uh oh… Veronica whispered, “Majesty, you are about to witness the most powerful wizard in the world take over.”
Lilith grasped the charm on her necklace which became Merlin’s staff.
“That is the wizard Merlin’s staff, Majesty,” Veronica brought the queen up to date.
Lilith, now actually Arthur, gazed into the crystal, “Megan is going to run into trouble. They sent Joan of arks sword after her. I must go to her now!”
There was a popping noise and Lilith was gone.
“Oh my!” the Queen exclaimed.
“You get used to it,” Veronica said to comfort her. “You should have seen her in the Crystal Cavern!”
“You mean that sea cave?” the Queen tried to understand.
“That is not the Crystal Cavern! It is on the seaward side of the island and cannot be accessed without magic. The darn place is set up like a four-star hotel,” Veronica told her.
“But it was occupied in Medieval times, how would anyone conceive of modern comforts?” the Queen objected.
“I was told Merlin learned through looking into the future, just as you saw Arthur do moments ago,” Veronica told her.
“I’m struggling with this whole Lilith/Arthur thing,” the Queen admitted.
“When the staff is present, the Host is in charge. He was a wizard, but did not know it and was changed by Lilith into a woman and a witch. He found out he was a wizard in the Crystal Cavern, by a message left for him by Merlin who gifted him the staff. Lilith is unaware that Arthur can take control and during that time, she knows nothing. Of the two, Arthur is more powerful, because being the only female wizard, she can use Lilith’s powers and Merlin’s,” Veronica explained.
“Damn,” the Queen realized.
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Lilith appeared right behind the nun who wielding Joan of Ark’s sword and snatched it from her grasp and substituted the accompanying priest’s turgid cock, “Now let’s see how well you fare against the Queen’s guard!”
Megan exited the vehicle and the nun swung down at her with the cock in her hand, only to give her a light bonk. When the nun realize she had a man’s cock in her grasp she naturally dropped it in shock.
She wasn’t the only one in distress. The priest noticed a warm and wetness between his thighs and was groping himself to verify the situation.
Meanwhile, Megan had the nun in a hammerlock and one if the other guardsmen was knocking the priest senseless, not knowing that his own cock had found its way into his vagina and was quickly transforming him.
Lilith was taking a more personal interest in the nun. By the time Megan realized what was going on, she was holding down a hugely breasted latex nun with ridiculously inflated lips, “Not so rough baby, I’ll suck your boyfriend off and eat you out at the same time!”
“You can let her go now, Megan,” Lilith told her.
“What… how did you get here?” Megan asked in confusion.
“First take this,” Lilith handed Joan of Arks sword to the captain, “I peered into the future and saw them attacking you with Joan of Arks sword, which you would have been defenseless against. So, I took it away from her and handed her the priest’s manhood instead.”
“I’d much rather be bonked on the head by a cock than have my skull split with a sword, so thank you,” Megan said with humility, “What now?”
“Now you take both swords to the tower and I take the two nymphomaniac sluts back home and put them to work acquiring as much sperm as they possibly can so Lilith can turn it into magic.” Lilith holding the staff told her.
“But you are Lilith,” Megan accused.
“Most of the time,” Lilith replied and then she and the bimbos vanished.
Lilith reappeared sitting next to Veronica and shrank the staff back to the necklace.
“I sure hope Megan doesn’t run into trouble,” she fretted.
“But you…” the Queen started.
She was cut off by Veronica, “Wanted a crystal and the Queen’s servants couldn’t find any that were adequate!”
The Queen’s telephone rang and she answered it, “The sword is safe in the Tower and now has a companion sword, that of Joan of Ark.”
“The captain was more competent than I expected,” Lilith declared.
“Quite…,” the Queen finished.
“I believe we have taken up enough of the Queens time,” Veronica stated as she stood and bowed toward the Queen, “Thank you for allowing us to come and deal with our mutual opportunities, Majesty.”
“Nonsense, political speak for covering our asses and returning that which belongs to England,” the Queen translated and then actually went over and gave Lilith a hug, “You my dear need only to ask if similar issues arise.”
“I will always protect my home, especially Tintagel and Cornwall. Don’t go looking for the Crystal Cavern. One explosive charge and it will appear in whoever set the charge’s ass just before it goes off. If you are good, and are interested, I can arrange a visit with you if you wish. Good bye for now majesty,” Lilith stated as she left the drawing room.”
“Wow if somebody tries to blow their way into the cavern, are they going to be in for a surprise!” Veronica stated
“This world’s biggest fart!” Lilith replied dead pan.
They passed outside the palace and the normally unmoving guards saluted as they passed.
“Oh my god, they never do that except for royalty,” Veronica whispered to Lilith.
“Now maybe for a wisdom too?” Lilith suggested.
“They may have heard about what you just did too,” Veronica surmised.
When we went to enter the squad car the driver and co-pilot jumped out and saluted us as we took our seats in the back.
“This is getting weird,” Veronica whispered to Lilith.
After dropping off Lilith at the callbox, Veronica went to get in the squad car and both officers were standing in salute again.
When she arrived at the station again, there were salutes and men standing at attention everywhere. When she approached her office, someone else’s name was on the door. She was thinking, ‘what the fuck?’
She opened the door to find all her stuff was gone and began thinking, ‘did I offend the Queen and wind up getting fired?’
The man behind the desk stood up at attention and saluted saying, “Is there something I can do for you Dame Chief Inspector Wellington?”
“You could tell me which ‘Twilight Zone’ episode I’m in and where the fuck my office went?” Veronica asked.
“Your office is on the top floor and I’m afraid I haven’t seen many ‘Twilight Zone’ episodes ma’am,” the officer replied,
Veronica left her old office and climbed in the lift and rode it to the top. Exiting the lift, she soon found the name Dame Chief Inspector Wellington on one of them and she opened that door to be greeted by her secretary seated behind a reception desk.
“Chief Inspector, I’m so glad you’re here!” her secretary squealed.
“When did this all come about? I’ve only been gone for a few hours,” Veronica complained
“When you obtained an audience with the Queen in just a few hours after requesting it the old Chief Inspector submitted his retirement papers and named you, his successor. He stated, and I quote, “I’ve never wrangled an audience with the Queen even in months! I feel confident in leaving this command in Inspector Wellington’s capable hands! Finally, someone who can step up!” end quote.
“It wasn’t me. It was Lilith who requested it and her name carries a lot of weight!” Veronica explained.
“Why did she need to see the Queen?” the secretary asked.
“I suppose it’s okay to tell you now, you’ll probably be reading about it in the papers tomorrow anyway. Lilith gave Excalibur back to the Queen today,” Veronica mater of factly told her.
“She fucking what? The real one and only Excalibur?” the secretary looked woozy.
“So real the captain of the palace guard was warned not to touch it for fear it might hurt her,” Veronica admitted. “Later Arthur took over and things got really crazy, but I won’t get into that. In the end, Excalibur and Joan of Arks sword are both in the Tower of London.”
“You certainly are involved in world shaking dealings Dame Chief Inspector,” the secretary marveled.
“I’ll be in my office if the Prime Minister calls,” Veronica joked.
“You are expecting a call from the Prime Minister…?” the wide-eyed girl asked.
“I was joking. I’ve had nearly everyone else of high importance to deal with in the last couple of months,” she took her leave and settled into her new office and learning the duties expected of her.
It wasn’t long and her intercom spoke up, “Dame Chief Inspector, the captain of the Queen's Guard is here to see you.”
“Send her in,” Veronica told her.
“Congratulations on your promotion,” Megan stated.
“It was entirely unexpected,” Veronica admitted.
“After what just happened to me today, you deserve it and more,” Megan told her, “How do you handle things like this? I was getting out of a guardsman’s armored vehicle with Excalibur and was bonked on the head by a severed erect penis! I tossed the sword back on the seat and grappled with a nun, who transformed in my grasp into a latex wearing big breasted bimbo nun eager to have sex with me or anyone!”
“That’s one I haven’t had happen to me. But I have seen criminals fucked into bimbo whores by their own severed cocks,” Veronica admitted.
“Oh, that sort of happened too. The penis that whacked me on the head fucked the priest who formerly owned it into a slutty naked impossibly proportioned woman,” Megan added. “Then Lilith hands me Joan of Ark’s sword, only Lilith is holding a staff with a blindingly bright crystal atop then poof! She’s gone and so are the two bimbos! I’m left standing there with two other guardsmen holding Joan of Ark’s sword. I can’t let my fellows see how freaked out I am so I grabbed Excalibur and took them into the Tower. When we left the others kept looking at me like I am some kind of familiar or something.”
“I know the feeling well,” Veronica commiserated. “Wait for the expectations to come later.”
“Expectations?” Megan asked.
“Dame Inspector, I’m having trouble getting evidence on this murder I’m working. Could you…”
“Ah, special requests. But I’ve only spoken to Lilith twice,” she complained.
“Actually, you’ve only spoken to Lilith once. The second time you were speaking to her host, a wizard named, Arthur. Never tell Lilith that Arthur is a wizard,” Veronica cautioned.
“How the hell do I tell which is which,” Megan fretted.
“When the staff is present you are speaking to Arthur, who is more powerful. He wields Merlin’s staff and Lilith’s magic. He came to your rescue after looking into the future and seeing the danger to you, he popped out of the drawing room right in front of the Queen,” Veronica chuckled, “Scared the heck out of her.”
“I know the feeling,” Megan agreed, “Hey, would you like to go get a drink with me?”
“Great idea,” Veronica, “Maybe we should start a club.”
“The only other member I can think of lives in Las Vegas,” Veronica offered.
“It would take too long to go to a bar there,” sighed Megan.
Veronica laughed, “I’m about to welcome you to my world girl.”
Veronica dragged her through the callbox, hunted down Gloria and slipped into one of the many bars in the casino, “Welcome to the club for mundanes who hang out with magic wielders, Gloria.”
“Is this a club or a support group?” Gloria questioned, “Because we have seen some shit!”
“This place is unbelievable. Do they require all the girls in Las Vegas to get breast implants in high school or something?”
Gloria laughed, “Quite a few of these girls are ex-murders, rapists, human traffickers, corrupt cops, assassins, and bad guys and girls from all types of crimes. Lilith puts them to work in the Casino where they can either ply their wares or just find a man to get busy with.”
“I thought prostitution was illegal in Las Vegas?” Megan remarked.
“You are technically not in the city, this casino it a native American reservation and does not have to follow the laws of the city or county,” Gloria advised.
“With all the free sex to be had, I’m surprised the hookers get any action,” Megan wondered.
“Some of them are specialists, like our dominatrix,” Gloria offered as an example.
“And your latex nun?” Megan asked.
“She’s new but so far pretty popular,” Gloria admitted, “I’m surprised you saw her. Where was she?”
“The Tower of London when she tried to kill me with a priest’s cock,” Megan snorted, “except she wasn’t in latex and had been holding Joan of Ark’s sword moments before.”
“That explains your membership in this group,” Gloria chortled. “Me, I was being forced to suck the mob boss who used to run this place’s cock when he pulled a gun on Lilith, the cock disappeared from my mouth and appeared in his hand replacing the gun. There I was on my knees staring at his brand-new hairless vulva so I backed away. Boy, was he shocked not seeing his cock where he left it, and shocked again when he realized it was in his hand!”
“Messing with Lilith has consequences,” Megan agreed,
“The good part was she let me shove his own cock down his throat while it shot load after load for him to enjoy as it gave him huge DSLs and a very sexy body,” Gloria giggled, “She barely has enough time between cocks to apply a new coat of lipstick before her face is stuffed with cock again. She quite often has someone pumping a load into her pussy or ass at the same time, and every load makes her orgasm like crazy, so no matter how much the man inside hates it his girly persona overlay loves it!”
“I’m not reviewing my credentials. I think everyone on the planet has seen it on YouTube!” Veronica extolled.
“Not me. For me it was live. I haven’t bothered with the YouTube video,” Gloria remarked.
“Either way she is saving the courts and prison system a lot of money,” Megan realized.
“Yes, the only ones losing out are the solicitors,” Veronica added with a smile, but noticed a confused look on Gloria’s face, “Sorry, in America they are called Lawyers.”
Gloria smiled and said, “That reminds me of an old joke. What do you call a 747 full of lawyers that crashes in the ocean?”
Neither woman could come up with an answer.
“A good start!” Gloria finished.
“I may use that back at the office, translated to English of course,” Veronica humorously replied.
“Two great peoples divided by a common tongue,” Megan offered up, “George Bernard Shaw.”
“Yes, bangers here would be two or more people going at it,” Gloria advised.
“And asking for a fag would be a surprise…” Veronica stated and got a chuckle from Gloria.
“You might get the same thing as a bobby dazzler,” Gloria offered.
That was when Lilith came up to the group, “Well hello ladies!”
Gloria held up her hand to stop her saying, “Members only meeting.”
Lilith smiled and said, “Completely understandable. I shall leave you to it,” as she walked away.
“That was kind of weird,” Megan remarked.
“Lilith has been around a very long time,” Veronica determined, “Bet it’s not the first time she’s run into this!”
“The thing we need to ask ourselves is by sharing our experiences, do we feel better?” Megan asked.
“I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m glad you girls came,” Gloria admitted, “I don’t feel quite so alone.”
“We’ll have to make this a regular thing Dame Chief Inspector,” Megan suggested.
“Yes, we should Captain of the Queen’s Guard Megan,” Veronica countered.
“Holy shit! Megan is Captain of the Queen’s Guard, and you got a promotion and no one told the poor casino manager?” Gloria pouted.
“Job tittle or not, we three have the potential to influence the most powerful person on earth, and you Gloria, most of all,” Veronica told her.
“I’m no one special,” Gloria countered.
“I seem to recall you being in the Crystal Cavern and at Stone Henge, if Lilith didn’t depend on you, you would have been left at home,” Veronica told her, “You spend the most time with her. Get used to it.”
The ladies hugged each other and parted ways.
Wendy
“It’s good to see you grandmother!” Wendy squealed as she threw her arms around Lilith.
“With that response, I might even believe you mean it,” Lilith hugged her back.
“Why wouldn’t I? You have only done good works since I met you! You gave birth to my witchling’s grandmother! You rid the world of some very bad people! I watched you repair Stone Henge,” Wendy gushed, “Not only do I love you; I admire you!”
“I guess that I’ve been feeling more feared than loved lately, especially after that Excalibur incident,” Lilith admitted.
“Those who are not used to being around magic users take a while to come to terms with it,” Wendy crooned.
“I know, I just left Gloria, Veronica and Megan at one of the bars and told it was a ‘Member’s Only Meeting’,” Lilith told her, “I understand why they need time together, but it makes me feel lonely.”
“Well grandmother, you have granddaughters by the gross who want to learn about communion. Hell, I’m chomping at the bit to have another go at you!” Wendy admitted, “Maybe you should spend a little family time for a while.”
“Any of the coven ready for an upgrade?” Lilith asked, “You unfortunately are off the menu until you give birth.”
“Darn, by the way, how long until I birth a new Witchling?” Wendy asked.
“It partly depends on how much sustenance you are acquiring,” Lilith told her.
“I’m taking about five men’s usable semen, without damaging them.”
“You have about ten more months then,” Lilith determined.
“What if I up it to fifty?” Wendy quickly recalibrated.
“A little over a month at that rate,” she was told.
“Any ideas how I can pump up my intake?” Wendy wanted to know.
“I suggest finding a local park known for being dangerous for women after dark, wear something skimpy and provocative and wander about looking vulnerable,” Lilith said, “Then you can either let the asswipe rape you, or you can yank his dick off and fuck him with it, whichever turns you on. Then send the bitch out to gather sperm for you. Make sure you read his mind so you know how many rapes he has committed so you can sentence him to the appropriate amount of years punishment sucking and fucking for you.”
“So, for a guy who has raped ten times, he acquires sperm for me for thirty years?” Wendy calculated. “How many of these guys will I need to get to the fifty?”
“One or two, depending on how much magic you wind up using on a daily basis,” Lilith estimated.
“Looks like I’m headed for a park!” Wendy declared.
“Would you like backup?” Lilith offered.
“Can you remain unseen?” Wendy asked, just as Lilith disappeared. “Damn! Grandmother you are amazing!”
“Do you want to take the Limo or should we just fly?” Lilith asked.
“We can fly?” Wendy asked in shock.
“Well, I can and you can sort of fly,” Lilith admitted, “l can directly fly. You can fly like the witches of old would. You levitate something you are sitting upon. Some would use a broom that was handy, others a rug and possibly a kitchen chair, it depends on what is handy.”
“Couldn’t you just…” Wendy asked.
“Nope! You have to learn to use your abilities! Use an old five-gallon paint bucket if your Persian rugs are too precious,” Lilith suggested.
“I think I’ll use one of the plastic chairs on the porch,” Wendy decided.
“Good choice, more stable and easier to levitate,” Lilith agreed, “Let’s go.”
Lilith had Wendy levitate the chair, without her in it, first as practice before she tried sitting in it. When she tried to levitate with herself in it and was having trouble in the beginning.
“When you do it from the ground, you are the reference point, use the ground as the reference,” Lilith advised and Wendy stabilized right away.
Once near the park Lilith told Wendy she needed a good hiding spot to land and hide her transportation. “It’s showtime honey,” Lilith declared and vanished.
Wendy pouched up her breasts, hiked her skirt as much as possible and threw as much wiggle to her walk so she would look the sluttiest she possibly could until she found a bench, where she took a seat and pretended to be busy with her pink iPhone.
It wasn’t long before a man was walking by and he remarked, “You know lady, this park has a really bad reputation after dark.”
“Gosh, really? I’m not from around here and it looked so quiet and peaceful,” Wendy told the man, “It’s been nice talking to you.” she went right back to her iPhone.
The man appeared to begin to keep walking by her, but when he was closest to her, he grabbed a knife from his belt and went to hold it against her throat, only the handle felt strange in his hand as she growled, “Don’t make a sound or I’ll slit your throat!”
“Too slow moron! I already slit your ass!” Wendy giggled.
The man tried to dig the blade into her neck and it only made her laugh louder, “You can’t cut anything with a severed cock silly!”
I think you should rape yourself instead of me!” Wendy declared as the man brought his severed manhood between his own legs and began thrusting inside his new vagina.
“Stop this, you can’t make me rape myself!” the man insisted.
“I can’t? I guess it’s you raping yourself then,” Wendy snickered.
“I don’t want to be a whore fuck slut like you!” he declared.
“Oh, I guarantee you won’t be a bit like me,” she said as the man was starting his second massive orgasm and began sporting G cup breasts.
“I can’t stop! Oh, no not again!” he squealed in a rising tone.
“Oh, alright you whiner, try your mouth instead!” Wendy relented.
The man yanked his severed manhood from his vagina and shoved it down his own throat, where it fired off a volley of jizzum almost immediately sending the rapist into orgasmic convulsions.
“Ooh, it looks like you enjoyed that one,” Wendy teased, “I would have been your fifteenth rape, you pile of excrement. It looks like you will wind up acquiring sperm for me for seventy-five years she pronounced as he/she entered her final orgasm.
The former rapist was sporting M cup breasts on a five-foot one-inch frame. Her platinum blond hair hanging down to her midthigh complimented the pouty bright red lips and dark eye makeup tattoos.
“What the hell did you do to me,” the rapist squealed in her three-year-old girl voice.
“Oh, I just made it so you don’t have to rape anybody to get lots of sex!” Wendy told her, “You are more in a position to get raped than be a rapist.”
“I won’t do it!” the new bimbo squealed.
“Just like you wouldn’t suck your own cock, right?” Wendy admonished. “You need to go hang out with my grandmother while I continue fishing!”
Lilith appeared and stated, “Come with me if you want to cum!” in a Belgian accent, and made them both invisible, paralyzing the rapist.
Wendy went back to pretending to be engrossed in her iPhone.
It wasn’t long before another man was walking by who commented, “Ma’am, this park is dangerous for women after dark! I’d like to escort you home do you don’t come to any harm here.”
“That’s okay, I have a few more Facebook comments to send replies to,” Wendy told the guy, who actually walked on.
Soon Wendy could feel a presence behind her and before she could react, it was upon her! An Incubus was stalking the park and Wendy’s magic wasn’t quite enough to stop it.
A figure glowing with immense power appeared next to the Incubus, holding a blindingly brilliant orb topped staff, “Release my granddaughter vile creature!”
“She is now mine, and there is nothing you can do to stop me!” the Incubus boasted.
“How about if I do this you silly Succubus!” Lilith informed the transformed magical entity.
“Not possible! You have no power over me witch!” the former Incubus exclaimed.
“Look again bitch! That cunt is yours now and forever and you will discover that you are now bound to me, so all the power you accumulate will go to me!” Arthur told the unbelieving Succubus.
Arthur vanished with the Succubus.
It took Wendy a couple minutes to calm herself before going back to her, ‘here I am… perfect rape victim’, pretense.
Soon another man walked up and sat on the park bench next to Wendy, “You know what’s more fun that playing with your iPhone?”
“Yes, I do,” Wendy answered sarcastically and went back to her phone.
The man opened his over coat to expose his erect cock and went to grab Wendy by the back of her head saying, “Then get to sucking bitch!”
The man quickly found he couldn’t pull her head down as she said, “You want me to suck your pussy or your boobies?”
“I want you to suck my big cock!” he exclaimed.
“You mean this one in my hand?” Wendy asked while brandishing his manhood.
“Where the hell did you get a dildo?” the rapist asked.
“You mean this,” Wendy asked shaking the offending member, “This was your cock, scrotum and testes.”
The rapist finally looked at where his manhood normally stood and could see nothing but hairless skin with a split in the middle, “Give me back my cock!”
“If you insist,” Wendy complied by ramming the rapist’s cock deep in his vagina, “There, is that better?”
Instantaneous orgasm drove the man’s mind to vacancy.
“I think you’ll make a good ass-fuck blow-job dualists, so stuff that cock in your ass and after another couple orgasms, yank it out and suck it down your throat. You’ll prefer being ass fucked, but will love sucking cock while being ass fucked, but if you can get ass fucked, sucking a cock while being pussy fucked, then you are in heaven!”
The small Asian woman with black hair to her ankles and H cup breasts standing four foot eleven was all that was left of the disgusting rapist.
Lilith appeared and stated, “This Park is clear of predators for tonight. Let’s drag your bimbos, home for now. I’m sending my Succubus out to gather nocturnal emissions.”
Wendy could hear a receding, “No-o-o-o-o!” as the Succubus was sent on her new mission.
“Lilith, I can’t fly these two back on a garden chair with me, there isn’t room,” Wendy admitted.
“Live and learn,” Lilith stated, “Plenty of room on that rug…”
“Okay, I get it!” Wendy admitted, “But what do I do now?”
“That Park bench you are sitting on would fly pretty well…” Lilith mused.
“I don’t want to steal a park bench,” Wendy refused with community pride.
“You aren’t stealing it. You are borrowing it, just put it back once you get home,” Lilith advised.
“Oh, good idea,” Wendy thought some and said, “What about my chair?”
“Have one of the sluts hold onto it while we fly, silly,” Lilith said, “and yes, I could have easily helped out, but you need the practice.”
“These two won’t do me any good at my place. What would you suggest I do with them?” Wendy slyly asked.
“Go ahead and drop them off at the casino. Just don’t do in front of the security cameras or you might wind up on the internet, again,” Lilith cautioned and then vanished, flying with Wendy to the Casino, where they parted ways for the evening. Lilith introduced the new sluts to Gloria to find a place where they could acquire as much cock as they could.
Mole
The next day Lilith found Veronica and Megan waiting for her in the living area of her suite when she came out of the bathroom, “Good morning, ladies. I’m guessing you need me for something.”
“I have a mole that needs to be dealt with,” Megan admitted.
“So, what part of your body…” Lilith started.
“No, no not that kind of mole! Someone had to leak my mission to the Vatican or they wouldn’t have been able to ambush me,” Megan determined, “I hold no animosity to anyone’s religious belief, but I draw the line at a treasonous act. Especially one that would result in my being killed.”
Lilith grasped her pendant, which glowed and became a staff, “I can tell you that neither the nun or the priest knew who told the Vatican you had the sword. Having violated the accords, the ban on reading their minds was lifted,” Arthur shrank the staff back to her necklace.
“I don’t know what I can do to help Captain. I can’t go around reading the minds of your guardsmen,” Lilith admitted.
“The good part is that they don’t know that,” Megan told her, “I just want to put you in the same room with the guardsmen who were with me and have you, give them a knowing look.”
“Why me? They’ve never seen…” Arthur was holding the staff, “I think this is more suited to me, don’t you?”
‘Gulp,’ “Scares the poop out of me and I’m not the bad guy!” Megan admitted.
In the barracks, the three guardsmen who had accompanied Megan to deliver the sword were brought into an interrogation room with Megan.
The first one, Gordan, was asked, “I am investigating how the Vatican managed to discover our mission ahead of time in order to try and ambush me. Do you have anything that you can share with me to explain this?”
“No ma’am, I have no idea how they would know we were there!” Gordon replied.
“Very well, I will have to resort to drastic measures to assure the veracity of your statement,” Megan said.
Arthur appeared in the room, staff glowing brilliantly and he waved it between himself and Gordon, who paled significantly but said, “Now you know I was telling the truth!”
“Gordon, I did not read your mind. Your response to believing that I had, is sufficient to prove your innocence,” Arthur assured the guardsman.
‘You are one damn scary lady, ma’am! I am so glad you are on the side of good!” Gordon admitted, “I hope you find the fuck who ratted us out!”
Gordon was dismissed.
Destiny was brought in to be interviewed.
“I’m here to investigate who ratted to the Vatican on our mission,” Megan told Destiny. “It had to be someone on the inside, because only seven people in the world knew what we were doing. So, what can you tell me?”
“I don’t know how they could have known,” Destiny claimed.
“In that case, I will have to bring in a consultant,” Megan determined.
When Arthur appeared, she lost bladder control and a yellow puddle appeared below her, “This violates the ‘Accords for Magic Users’,” she yelled, “You are not allowed to read my mind!”
Megan laughed and slapped the table top, “She can sure as shit can read your mind now that you have admitted to being a mole!”
“I did no such thing!” Destiny claimed.
“How do you know of the ‘Accords for Magic Users’?” Megan asked.
“Just because I’m a guardsman doesn’t mean I’m stupid!” she claimed.
“No, losing bladder control means you are stupid,” Arthur replied, “Your guilt exploded from you as if it were tangible.”
“The bible says that ‘thou shall not suffer a witch to live’,” Destiny claimed.
“Welcome to mistranslations of the bible 101,” Arthur told her, “Have you heard of the witch of Endor?”
“No,” Destiny claimed.
“She was consulted by the Hebrews to contact the profit Samuel so they could defeat the Philistines,” Arthur told the woman, “Lilith was that very witch! Without her, Christianity would never have been born!”
Megan sighed and declared, “Your services are no longer required by the Queen’s guard. You are also charged with treason against the Crown. Your first transgression however is against Lilith, and by order of the Queen, she is asked to determine a proper punishment for your crimes.”
“Lilith would probably just turn you into a semen sponge. I will not make it so comfortable for you,” Arthur declared, “You will not be able to appear in public, with a 14-inch cock thrusting out of your forehead, and your baseball sized testes will make it hard for you to see as they hang down over your eyes. It being constantly erect and making you need to relieve the sexual tension will guarantee you are willing to shove your cock into any willing orifice.”
Megan laughed at the changes Destiny underwent, “Dickhead!”
Destiny now unable to see well and with much larger breasts was having difficulties standing up and had to steady herself with a hand on a nearby wall. Unable to resist grasping the huge member protruding from her forehead she stroked it twice and shot a gout of semen ten feet through the air, thrusting her hips as she did.
“Megan, do you have any objection to my putting this sperm fountain to work at my casino?” Arthur asked.
“Only if you promise she will get fucked as often as she gets to fuck,” Megan answered maliciously.
“No problem, but she will only experience male orgasms,” Arthur promised.
“What length is her sentence?”
“Eternal,” Arthur declared.
Dominatrix
Back at the casino Lilith decided to check up on her dominatrix.
Katrina was interviewing a new client, “So John, what kind of experience are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for a forced feminization where I’m made to wear frilly lacy girly underwear, getting made up and forced to look and act like a woman. Having you pegging me until I cum like the sissy bitch you’ve made me. I don’t want to be forced to have sex with any men though.”
“I’m sure I can meet and exceed your wishes, but before we begin, I need you to sign this release,” she passed over a long form basically saying that he knows that he is going to be forced to dress and act like a woman and that she is held harmless in the event he experiences long term effects after their session.
John eagerly signed the form, “When can we start?”
“Right now, get up and follow me,” she took him to a closet filled with feminine attire, “Strip sissy!” When the six-foot two-inch muscle-bound woman with big boobs orders a man to do something, they usually are quick to comply, especially when she snaps the crop she is carrying against the palm of her hand.
John was totally naked as she looked him up and down, and then turned and open the drawer of a dresser snatching out a pink garter belt and a pair of pink silk stockings with little roses down the sides,” Put those on, quickly!”
It was evident that John had done this before as he snapped the garter around himself, bunched up the stockings and slid them up his shaven legs to fasten them to the garters.
Katrina tossed a lacy pink thong at his face and had him in them quickly. When she tossed the brassiere to him the band fit around his chest but the immense cups lay puckered and empty. Before he could make a comment on it, she had a corset being tightened with her powerful muscles around his middle forcing the wind out of him, “Don’t worry about the bra cups, we’ll handle that later.”
Before he could recover, she tossed a pink pleated skirt to him and a semi-transparent white silk blouse that showed his pink bra clearly.
He was seated trying to catch his breath when she grabbed one of his legs and rolled a thigh high liquid metallic pink high heel boot on his foot, with two-inch platforms and so steep he’d nearly be standing on his toes.
Once both legs were entrapped, she picked him up like he weighed nothing and plopped him down in front of a Vanity. She placed a sleezy pink wig on his head and before he knew it, she had makeup on his face that made his lips look plumper and kissable and the dramatic eye makeup gave him a hooker like look, “Wow, I can’t believe that is me!”
Katrina made him stand up and told him to follow her. He was teetering and very unstable but found by taking short steps and wagging his hips about he could manage.
“You’ve worn heels before I see,” Katrina mused.
“Never this steep before though,” he replied.
“Now I have to punish you sissy! You didn’t use your girl voice,” Katrina scolded as she snatched him up and lay his chest on a padded table, pulled his skirt up and he felt her yank his panties to one side. “Now you’re going to get to feel feminine, because I’m going to fuck you into being so girly!”
Katrina took her well lubricated iron hard ten-inch clitoris into his waiting sissy ass, “Oh yes baby, you are tight for my big fuck stick! I just love fucking men into sissy girls!”
It didn’t take long and she felt herself injecting his colon with her super feminizing juices while she felt her new sissy trying to shoot his load.
He felt himself orgasm but nothing shot from his rigid cock? It seemed to go on longer and was more intense than any orgasm he’s ever had before! When it was finally subsiding, he felt strange all over.
“Do you feel more feminine?” Katrina asked.
“What the hell was that? It was amazing!” however right after saying that John clutched at his throat, “My voice! I have a much higher voice and I can’t make it go lower!”
“How is that bra fitting now?” Katrina asked.
“Wa… did you put falsies in when I was cuming?” he asked grabbing at one of them to find out.
“Nope, you grew those all by yourself,” Katrina tittered.
“Oh my god, my ass is bigger, and I’m shorter, too!” John realized.
“Well, I think that ends the session you paid for. You can go ahead and wear that outfit when you leave,” Katrina announced, leaving the stunned she male on his own.
When John stood up, he was able to walk easily in the heels, but found the jiggling of his new breasts a bit distracting. He found his clothes waiting for him in a bag and a pink purse with a note saying, “You’ll need this,” and his wallet, keys, lipstick eye makeup, face powder and a spare pair of panties.
He took the purse and bag and wiggled his way to the elevator that took him up to his room. Once inside, John decided that he needed to see just what had happened to him so he stripped out of his frilly clothes. Looking into the bathroom mirror he was having difficulty believing how much his body had changed. His lips were plumper. His jaw was smaller. His eyes were no longer brown but a startlingly brilliant green with long dark lashes. What little muscles he’s had seemed to have deflated. His hands were smaller with longer nails. But the most startling thing was the pair of double D cup breasts he now sported.
“I’ll never be able to hide these!”
Further down his waist was much smaller and flared into an obviously feminine pelvis. Farther down he noticed that he was standing on his toes and didn’t seem to be able to stand flat footed.
“Damn, she really feminized me! Lucky I still have Mr. Happy!” he said to himself aloud while grasping his member, which quickly responded from the sexy woman’s grip.
“Looks like I’ll have to beat you into submission!” John claimed as he plopped down onto the bed and began fisting himself. “Oh, yah honey, rub my big cock with you little girl hands!”
He was orgasming quickly and still no semen shot from his cock! His orgasm went on and on becoming more intense as he spasmed.
“Holy shit that was a good one!” he lay there in the afterglow panting.
When he was finally able to climb off the bed, he found the bed had become taller and his chest felt heavier. He had to tip toe his way back to the bathroom and get a look in the mirror. He saw larger breasts, a more feminine face, smaller waist and wider hips. He also noted that his cock was at full attention!
After what had just happened, he tried to ignore his insistent manhood at watch television, but before he knew it, he was stroking himself off again while playing with his big sensitive nipples!
His orgasm was spectacular and lasted quite long, but the effects were devastating. He was beginning to look like a titty magazine model. He had to do something about this, but what could he wear? His body had changed so much he didn’t think the outfit he’d worn to get to his room could possibly fit.
He tried to stuff himself into the girly garments and found that they fit like a second skin! “Holy crap, I’d want to fuck me the minute I saw me,” he exclaimed as he pulled and yanked at the outfit to try and cover the huge cleavage that was displayed.
It was odd to find it easier to walk with the stripper heels on than when he was barefoot.
Leaving his room and jiggling his way down the hallway he met up with a man waiting for the elevator and was shocked when he felt the man caressing his bottom. What was even more shocking was that it turned him on so much that he moaned.
That seemed to encourage the molester who started groping John’s huge breasts.
For some reason, he couldn’t pull away and in fact he leaned in closer.
Before he was able to stop the man, he was being carried into the man’s room, and getting stripped.
“Oh, a she-male, well that can be good too!” and he started butt fucking John with enthusiasm.
When the guy started shooting his ass full of sperm, John was in such an intense orgasm he fainted like the sissy he wanted to be turned into.
When John finally came to, he was alone in the room and there was fifty dollars laying on the bed next to him and an enormous weight hanging off his chest. He tried to stand, but his little feet wouldn’t allow him to so he pulled on the boots and was easily able to walk to the bathroom. What he found once he got there shocked him to the core!
Well, actually it shocked her to the core! Her cock was gone and only a wet slit was left. Her breasts were gigantic and her waist was impossibly tiny. Putting her sissy pink outfit on was an adventure. Checking out the whole package in the mirror was saying just one thing to her, ‘Porn Star’!
She carefully made her way to the elevator, making sure no one was there waiting. When the doors opened there was just one woman riding it who was sporting proportions close to her own. She climbed aboard the car and the woman whistled and said, “Looking devastating, there honey!”
John just smiled and tried to ignore her. Once on the right floor she made a bee line for the dominatrix’s place, “What the hell did you do to me?”
“Just what you asked for in the contract. You feel more feminine now, don’t you?” Katrina smirked.
“If I got any more feminine, I’d be fucking illegal!” John claimed.
“Heck I feel kind of cheated,” Katrina told her, “I got you started but you seem to have finished the job on your own.”
“What the hell am I going to do now? My ID doesn’t match, I can’t go back to my job, they wouldn’t recognize me. Even if they believe I am who I say, there is no way I can weld with these things in the way!” John told her hefting the offending girls. “The worst part is that I’ve become an easy slut!”
“Well, that’s not a bad thing, is it?” Katrina asked.
“Some guy starts rubbing my ass and the next thing I know, I getting my brains fucked out and orgasming uncontrollably!” John admitted, “That asshole left fifty bucks behind on the bed too!”
“Well, I would have charged you one hundred fifty to finish you off so think of it as getting two hundred dollars ahead,” Katrina logically proposed.
“Very funny. That does not solve my problems. How do I make a living?” John demanded.
“Let’s examine the issues. You are a submissive. You want to be super feminine. You are almost impossibly easy. I’m thinking escort with a happy ending, what do you think?” Katrina suggested.
“That’s illegal,” John replied.
“Not on this reservation, just as long as you are picked up here and fucked here, you are good,” Katrina advised her. “With that body, you could charge fifteen hundred to two thousand a date, especially if you promise to fuck his eyeballs out. You are going to need a pimp though or you will wind up giving it away for free.”
“What about identification and a wardrobe?” John asked.
“Well, I think calling you Joni Juggs and introducing you to Frances should do the trick,” Katrina decided. “She can front you a wardrobe and effectively pimp you out from her boutique.”
“Men aren’t going into a boutique to arrange for an escort,” Joni replied.
“Frances has access to the casino intranet, where she can post your picture and stats to advertise your availability and price schedule, which will guarantee you only have high end clients,” Katrina told her, “And don’t worry about getting an abusive client, if you take the job, you will be protected from abusers. Do you accept?”
“I don’t think I have much of a choice,” Joni agreed.
“She is going to require a two-year contract, which will also keep you from getting pregnant,” Katrina informed her.
Lilith decided it was another happy ending and went to check up with Frances in her appliance project.
Appliances
“Hi there, I see you are checking out our line of appliances for female impersonation. I guarantee they provide an unparalleled experience,” Frances explained, “Unlike other appliances, ours provide tactile feedback. You wear the breasts; it will feel as if you actually have breasts. They only have one drawback; you can only wear them for twenty-four hours or permanent bonding will occur. You rent them for twenty-four hours for two hundred dollars, which includes the full set, and a full wardrobe. You have to sign a contract though, because these are very expensive and if they don’t come back for us to rent out again, you’ll be on the hook for their full cost. What do you say, are you ready for your full girl experience?”
“Can I try a piece out first?” he asked, still not believing it was possible.
“Sure, here pick out an ensemble,” Frances told him and began showing different women in a collection until he found one with huge boobs that he liked, “Good choice! That is our Francesca model. I’ll get the breast form for you to try on.”
Frances brought an appliance with huge breasts jiggling from it, “Here pull this over your head and slip your arms into the attached gloves.”
When his head popped out of the neck hole, she helped him pull the breasts into place and then sealed the bottom around his lower chest. Grasping a huge boob she asked, “How does this feel,” as she stimulated the big stiff nipple.
“Oh my god! I’ve got boobies!” he exclaimed, “If the rest of this is even a fraction this good, two hundred is a bargain!”
Frances had already brought the rest of the appliances because she knew that a crossdresser wouldn’t be able to refuse, once he’d tasted the real deal, “Here pull the bottoms on and feel a real vulva.”
His tiny feminine hands were shaking as she pulled the bottoms up over her hairy masculine legs. Once all the way up, Frances sealed the waist to the top and the man was shocked to see his tiny waist and hairless vulva. When he brought his hand between his thighs there was a little shriek, “Oh wow!”
Frances cautioned, “Careful, that might go off! You still need to pull the headpiece on to finish the look.”
He yanked the rubbery hood over his head and it sucked tight over the flesh of his face as Frances sealed it to the breast appliance. When he tried to stand Frances had to steady him so he didn’t wind up on his ass.
He checked himself out in the mirror and declared, “I am one super-hot babe!”
Frances helped him to dress and he left looking like a feature dancer at a strip club. He perambulated into one of the many bars at the casino and sidled up to the bar, grabbing a barstool. It only took a second or two and the bartender asked, “What can I get you?”
Billy asked, “Give me a Pink Lady with a sperm back!”
The lady behind the bar said, “Excuse me?”
Billy rephrased, “I’d like a Pink Lady. I’ll worry about getting a shot of sperm on my own.”
“With that body, you’ll have a line out the door in no time,” the bar tender assured her.
It didn’t take long and Billy had five Pink Ladies in front of him and five guys sniffing around her. One of them handed a Pink Lady to her and smoothly said, “I’m the guy you are looking for.”
She took a sip of the drink and started talking with the guy whereupon the others faded into the background waiting for their chance when she kicked this guy to the curb.
Billy was having trouble focusing, his eyelids were very heavy and he wound up needing the guy to help him walk as they left the bar.
When Billy woke up, he didn’t know where he was and had no idea what time it was. He rolled over and checked the clock next to the bed and say it was two hours later than he needed to return the appliances. Billy quickly dresses and rushed to the boutique.
“Oh, there you are! I was expecting you a couple hours ago,” Frances told him.
“I… I think I got roofied,” Billy admitted.
“In the casino?” Frances asked.
“Yes, in the bar to the North,” Billy advised.
“I will advise the casino manager and the culprit will wish he’d cut his dick off with a butter knife,” Frances advised, “However, that does not change the fact that now the suit has bonded to your body permanently. From here on out, you are that girl.”
“I wish I could complain about it, but this is a wish come true,” Billy admitted, “But I recall that I am now required to work for you for a couple of years. What will you have me do?”
“Pretty much what you were doing when you can’t remember what you were doing. Hang on for a moment,” Frances asked as she picked up her phone and said, “Gloria, yes, I need all the security footage for the North bar yesterday and probably all the footage from outside it to the elevators all the way to… What room did you wake up in?”
Billy told her, “Twelve oh five.”
“Right room twelve oh five. Also pull the records of who booked that room and inform Lilith that we have a predator who roofies girls in the bars,” Frances ordered.
“What’s a Lilith?” Billy asked.
“The scariest witch who ever lived and she hates criminals, like guys who roofie girls to have sex with them,” Frances advised,
“For now, I’ll add you to my escort roster and farm you out to rich men who want arm candy with a happy ending,” Frances informed her. “From now on though, your name is Billi! Oh and no more crossdressing!”
Taking out the trash
Lilith didn’t want Frances to know that she’d been looking in on her, but she was incensed that some guy would invade her domain to force women into having sex with him, when she had provided the most target rich environment for any man!
She checked the information on the room and found it was falsified. She checked the videos and saw that they buy was wearing a wig. Lilith wasn’t getting anywhere and Arthur stepped in, staff blazing, he revealed the perpetrator, name, address, and telephone number.
Switch back to Lilith she saw the information revealed in front of her and exclaimed, “You are mine bitch!”
Lilith did a quick bit of scrying and found the bar he was targeting tonight. Dressed as sluttily as she could, she seated herself at the bar and ordered a shot of Knob Creek Bourbon straight up. She kicked the shot down and ordered another, to the amazement of the bartender and all who were around her.
After tossing back the next shot and ordering another, finally her target took notice of the stunning beauty at the bar tossing back 100 proof Bourbon like water, “Hey there darling, can I buy you another round?”
“How would I know if you can? Although if you can, you may!” she corrected him.
“Not only are you smart, you are funny!” he complimented her.
He handed her a drink that he’d drugged and she’d taken it and tossed it back like she had all the others. Little did he know, alcohol and drugs had no effect on her, but she acted as if it had so, he helped her out of the bar and took her to the hotel room he’d rented for the night.
He helped her into the room and pushed her onto the bed where he began trying to remove her panties.
Her panties suddenly disappeared which puzzled him mightily. No matter, just drop his pants and… Fuck he was wearing her panties! How did that happen? He dropped the panties and went to grab his big cock and missed it. He grabbed again and wound up with a cock in his fist. He went to shove it into the latest bitch he’d grabbed and shoved the cock into the only wet slit he could find. What the fuck? He felt something invading his crotch!
“Looks like you are the bitch tonight cunt face!” Lilith told him.
“I’m being fucked like a girl!” he squealed.
“I will not brook a predator in my casino,” Lilith announced, “I am providing a community service removing you from the gene pool.”
“By the way, you have a massive apology to make before I put you to work as a semen collection unit,” Lilith told the offender.
“Whose cock do I have to suck?” she asked hopefully.
“The real question is whose cunt do you have to lick? She would have eagerly fucked you raw without the drug, even though she was a man wearing prosthetics! Most likely she would have rented different prosthetics and fucked your brains out with a different look the very next day, but no, you had to drug her so heavily she would just lay there like a corpse while you rubbed your worthless cock inside her! Now you know the feeling and will be gravitating towards predators like you were! Their drugs will have no effect on you, but you will know they tried and will act as if you were drugged. When they try to have sex with your ‘unconscious’ body you will suddenly become very active, your impossibly strong vaginal muscles will not let the offender pull out and your vaginal muscles will draw his very testes out through his penis. You will be the ultimate answer to predators in my casino, recruiting sperm collection sluts,” Lilith informed her newest cum dump.
“What could possibly motivate me to do that for you?” she challenged.
Laughter from Lilith quickly followed, “Because you won’t be controlling you! You will ride along in the background while your personality overlay fucks, sucks and basically enjoys collecting semen from anything with a penis! Don’t worry though, I’ll release you from the compulsion every once in a while, to ask how you are enjoying yourself and one day in the distant future, you won’t be able to remember anything but what you have been doing for years. End game!”
Lilith was encouraged by the justice of her sentencing.
COPS
It wasn’t long after this that a detective of the Las Vegas Police force showed up in Lilith’s office, “I am here to arrest you for illegally operating a brothel within the city limits of Las Vegas,” the detective announced.
“Gosh, it seems that you didn’t get the memo, detective. You are not within the city limits of Las Vegas!” Lilith replied.
“Legally that hasn’t been confirmed yet,” he claimed.
“There is a RIT that says differently officer, but you are free to try your hand,” Lilith challenged.
“Present your wrists Lilith so I may place handcuffs on you,” the detective announced.
“No,” Lilith answered,
“Legally you cannot refuse,” the officer claimed.
“Legally, you are required to present federal credentials on a reservation and I am not seeing any!” Lilith told him.
“You ain’t no Lawyer, bitch! Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?” the cop demanded.
“I am the head of law enforcement here, duly appointed by the tribe’s chief. Only an agent of the FBI can question anything that goes on here. Therefore, if you do not want to be arrested for impersonating a police officer, I would recommend that you find a diversion to enjoy, or return to the city of Las Vegas,” Lilith challenged the officer.
“How about I just drag you downtown and you convince the DA of your claims?” the cop threatened.
“You should know that I am also Judge, Jury and Executioner,” Lilith added, “Attempt a false arrest and you will be sentenced. I guarantee you will not be happy with the results, so place your bet.”
“I’ll be back with the DA and reinforcements and paperwork from a real judge,” he assured her.
“I’ll be waiting with a Federal judge, the FBI and I don’t need reinforcements,” Lilith pleasantly responded.
The cop stormed away.
The next day, just outside the property line an army of Linemen, Water treatment workers, Sewer workers and cops were waiting, when the lights, water and sewer were turned off.
Lilith strolled out to meet them and before they could say a word, she presented her diplomatic credentials to the DA, “Diplomatic immunity!”
“Shit,” the DA exclaimed!
“By the way, the electrical power, ultimately comes from BPA. Illegally disconnecting the power to my casino abrogates your agreement to resell power,” Lilith declared just as the power to the whole city went down.
“Reinstate our power and I’ll see to it the city is turned back on,” Lilith told the men.
Seeing the city dark convinced the officials to comply.
“Your water rights are partially owned by the Native Americans, so the whole city is dry now.”
The officials saw the wisdom of reinstating the water.
“Finally, your discharge permit is into a river that the Native Americans permit the city to use. I’m not sure how long they can be backed up until there is an environmental disaster. Checkmate,” Lilith announced.
They of course reenabled the sewers.
The DA held out a paper from their local judge demanding they cease and desist.
Lilith had the Federal Circuit Judge hand the DA his legal decision on the treaty he had validated, “Your attempt to enforce the laws of the county and city are not valid on this reservation. If you persist, I will have the Chief of Police subdue you, whereupon the Tribal judge will make her decision and begin the punishment of the offenders. Believe me folks, you would rather be in prison! Worse yet the judge has diplomatic Immunity, so unless you want to go to war with England, you are screwed. You are holding the dead man’s hand.”
The crowd dispersed, but not before the cop could give Lilith the stink eye.
CIA
A couple days later Lilith was visited by the CIA, “It has become apparent to the government that you are not what would be considered a normal human.”
Lilith started grouping herself all over saying, “I feel human. Here, feel for yourself and you, tell me!” Lilith offered up her boobies for the agent.
“Not one chance in hell!” he replied.
“I thought the CIA wasn’t allowed to operate on US soil?” Lilith asked.
“Normally that is true, but there is your diplomatic status, which makes you the CIA’s problem,” the agent hesitantly replied.
“So many of you, young ones, fail to see a massive opportunity when she shakes her boobs at you!” Lilith shook her head.
“What do you mean opportunity?” the agent asked failing to catch on.
“Sweetheart, I can reach anyone, anywhere on the plant,” Lilith informed the agent, “You prove to me that someone, somewhere has violated the law, I will be authorized to read that person’s mind and verify the charges, then his ass is mine! That Obama problem you used to have, I could have had him wearing a blue dress and sucking the President’s cock with the snap of a finger!”
“How could we explain that to the public?” the young agent asked.
“Duh! The same way you explain UFOs or lie and say there was a covert Seal operation and you cannot divulge specifics! Better yet, appoint me a Seal commander and it won’t even be a lie,” Lilith coached. “I’d look really hot in the uniform!”
“So, you are claiming that you are not just running amok?” the agent tried to confirm.
“I am constrained by the laws of magic users and my host’s moral compass,” she informed him.
Suddenly she reached to her necklace and it became a staff with a huge crystal atop it, “I am Arthur. I am Lilith’s host and a former Navy enlisted man. I promise to defend this country from all enemies, foreign or domestic! That includes traitors and corrupt officials, so I would recommend keeping those from my sight unless you need a new beagle!”
“How are you, Lilith, now someone named Arthur and where the hell did the staff come from?” the bewildered agent asked.
I used to be a 65-year-old man, who was unaware the he was the most powerful wizard on the planet! I am a descendant of Merlin!” Arthur confirmed, “Don’t tell Lilith!”
The staff shrank back down onto the necklace and Lilith was back, “So, agent, you probably need to bring this back to whoever is holding your leash,” Lilith advised.
“Actually, you scare my bosses so much, I have been empowered to make any deal I believe is in the best interest of the country. Congratulations Commander, you are on detached service until your unique abilities are needed,” the agent shook her hand limply, “Another agent will stop by soon with your credentials and a uniform sporting the appropriate medals and Seal insignia.”
“Aw, and I was so looking forward to hell week!” Lilith teased.
“Don’t give me that, you’d cheat the whole way!” he challenged. As he walked away, he noticed Mike and Jeff watching him like vultures, and he knew they were both ex-Seal Team Six. It was another reason his superiors didn’t want to deal with Lilith.
‘Council of Magic’
Wendy stopped by to invite Lilith to attend the ‘Council of Magic’ meeting, which was accepted.
When Lilith walked in Misty ran to her and flung her arms around her neck saying, “I love you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you for introducing me to Glenda! I had her home rebuilt and I think she has taken a shine to the guy I hired to remake it! He goes there every day and talks to her while he works! She says I only have one book to learn before she has to begin personally training me!”
Wendy piped in with, “I thought there was only three books!”
“So did every other sorceress! Over time many were either lost, or horded so that the last sorceress with that book ensured she was the most powerful,” Misty told her.
“How many books are there?” Wendy asked.
Lilith and Misty answered together, “Twelve!”
Madrich came in and pointed a finger towards Lilith, “You! I owe you so much!”
Lilith had no idea what he was talking about and didn’t notice her hand reach for the necklace around her neck and then knew no more as Arthur took control, “Actually, you owe me, not Lilith!”
The wizard felt the unbelievable power that filled the area, “Fucking hell! You sure look like Lilith!”
“When you see the staff of Merlin, you are speaking with the Wizard/Witch Arthur,” Arthur informed him, “When you do not, do not speak of me to Lilith. I am glad you were able to meet with your earth spirit and have found your way to becoming the wizard you were meant to be! I must return Lilith now so she doesn’t notice she was gone.”
“Well, it is nice to see you again Madrich!” Lilith told the wizard.
Madrich stood holding his new staff, “Greetings Lilith. Wow, Misty, the power you now wield is impressive!”
“Madrich, you have never looked better and you’ve never exuded this much confident power before, good job fellah,” Wendy told the wizard.
“I am happy to see the lot of you finally getting to nearly achieve your actual potentials,” Lilith told the assembly.
“Was that your mission when you met us?” Misty asked.
Sweetheart, you most of all, had no idea of what being a sorceress meant, and soon, your powers will rival even Glenda’s,” Lilith advised Misty.
“Madrich, unfortunately your powers will never rival Merlin’s, your powers will be much more impressive that when we met,” Lilith told the wizard.
“The only thing that frightens me is that even if the council determines you have violated the ‘Accords for Magic Users’, no one or even a combination of us, could bring you to justice!” Madrich declared.
Unconsciously, Lilith reached for her necklace and Arthur stood holding his staff, “Fear not, Merlin tasked me with that responsibility!”
The amount if power the council felt enter the room nearly dropped them all to their knees, “Holy shit! Lilith is impossible, but you are fucking unreal!”
“I wield all three powers, mine, Merlin’s and Lilith’s,” Arthur admitted.
“No argument from me!” Wendy decided.
“I’m happy to have your support,” Arthur answered.
The other two were still too stunned to reply as Arthur put away the staff.
“Meeting adjourned,” Wendy declared.
On their way back to Wendy’s house, Wendy declared, “I feel funny…”
“I thought it would be ah even bet that you’d make it home after that meeting,” Lilith admitted.
“What are you telling me?” Wendy asked.
It means your Chauffeur becomes a witch as soon as she pulls to the side of the road,” Lilith told her, “Laura, get your ass back here if you really want to be a witch, or else Mike or Jeff will wind up girls!”
As the Limo came to a stop, Laura jumped from the driver’s seat and went to climb in the back.
“Mike and Jeff, you need to jump into the front seat and take over driving,” Lilith advised.
The two men made way for Laura to enter the back. Once they were seated up front, Lilith called, “Guys, close the pass-through, so I don’t have to turn you into familiars!”
Once the window was closed, Lilith told Laura and Wendy, “Both of you strip! Wendy, you remember how we did communion? It is your turn to do it with Laura.”
Wendy gave birth to a new Witchling, she named Lilly in honor of her Mentor and with whom she shared the communion she had shared with Lilith.
When the girls came around, they had the guys pull over in front of a convenience store that was being robbed and snagged the perps who would wind up sitting to pee and sucking cocks for the rest of their lives.
Laura exclaimed, “Oh my god! The power I have is incredible!”
“If you let go to your head, you will have to deal with me and the Council!” Lilith cautioned.
Laura looked to Lilith and felt her out with her new abilities. She quickly recoiled magically saying, “Holy crap! I promise to be good! Just don’t punish us grandmother!”
“You are apprentice to Wendy. She is responsible for your actions and I am responsible for hers! Tomorrow she and I will have another communion and afterwards she will easily be able to deal with any of your transgressions,” Lilith informed the pair.
“So, if I’m going to cheat, I better do it before tomorrow,” Laura joked.
“If you do, I’ll have Arthur deal with you!” Lilith threatened.
“But your…” Wendy started.
“Not supposed to know that Arthur can take control?” Lilith stated with a smile, “The only way I can be missing time is if Merlin powered up a wizard who was accidentally transformed into a witch! That sneaky bastard set me up!”
“Are you upset grandmother?” Laura asked.
“I should be, but I love Arthur. He is the nicest most considerate host I’ve ever had,” Lilith admitted, “Damn it!”
Lilith’s body shuddered all over, “OMG! Arthur hugged us/me. That is the warmest and weirdest feeling you can ever believe!”
“I promise, I promise, I’ll be good! Arthur can hang loose!” Laura enthusiastically espoused.
“Be that as it may, you are now one of the most powerful witches on earth, you have a responsibility to show that Witches are a force for good! You must guide your newborn on ethical use of her abilities and you will be tasked with communion with many of my descendants who were denied the knowledge of who they are and what they can do!” Lilith tasked the newest witch.
“Wendy, you are my bitch now! We are heading to your home and when you awaken, you will be the number two witch in the last thousand years!” Lilith ordered.
Council of Magic Witch
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Wendy exclaimed as she came awake, “I am so much bigger! I mean, I know so much more! How stupid we all were? Magic makes so much more sense now! Not to mention, I can store so much magic energy now!” Wendy enthused.
Now I want to tell you what the worst thing about being a witch is going to be honey,” Lilith confided.
“What? I can keep my host young and beautiful forever, what I the downside?” Wendy asked.
“Out living all of your friends,” Lilith shared.
“But I can keep their bodies young!” Wendy complained.
“Eventually they will ask you to allow them to pass on,” Lilith shared. “Eventually they will have lost too many of their peers to wish to continue. It is the curse of living forever. This is why I created Witchlings, to keep me company in my longevity.”
“What do we do with a Witchling who bonded with the wrong human?” Wendy asked.
“First, we gave her time to decide, now we bring her to council and make her decide. If she decides poorly, I will decide if she can be redeemed through another host, or if she should be destroyed,” Lilith declared. “That will not occur during a coven, nor during a meeting of the council, it will be done exclusively during a meeting with the first!”
“Are you saying it is time to deal with Bertha?” Wendy asked.
“As number two, I request you be present so you may report to anyone the fairness of the procedure,” Lilith asked.
“Bertha, your presence is required!” Lilith commanded as Bertha suddenly appeared, “I speak now to the Witchling, Maylene, you have had plenty of time to evaluate your host,” Lilith demanded, “What is your decision?”
“My host is twisted with hate, ancestress. She does not deserve communion or the benefits of a Witchling,” Maylene replied.
Lilith looked toward Wendy, who blinked her answer back to Lilith, “So shall it be!” Lilith tore Maylene from Bertha and placed her with Bertha’s apprentice, Bambi.
Bertha screamed, “You cannot do this!”
“Bambi, you are charged with upholding the ethics of witches, and now you will experience communion!” Lilith informed the apprentice and took her.
“Bertha, you no longer matter, therefore return to your ill-gotten gains!” Lilith commanded as Bertha vanished.
“When Bambi came around, she declared, “Maylene is so happy! Lilith, she is so grateful to be free of Bertha! Maylene is thinking of all the abuse of her new powers Bertha would have enjoyed, never realizing that Lilith and Arthur would have easily caught her and punished her, and her along with Bertha! We can go forth and transform evil people, punishing them and make our world a better place!”
“That is the desired outcome,” Lilith agreed, “Actually, Bertha should have been sanctioned by the council much sooner than when I had to take action.”
“We had discussed it but we were not powerful enough,” Wendy admitted, “You saw what she tried to do to you.”
“Well, now she couldn’t do it to any one of you,” Lilith declared, “Every one of you are fifty times as powerful as she ever was. By the way, I’d like to volunteer as the council’s executioner, at the next council meeting.”
“I will bring it up at the next council meeting,” Wendy agreed.
Lilith went back to her casino and found the agent waiting for her, “We have a situation. Somali pirates are attacking a cargo ship and we can’t risk the bad publicity if they succeed.”
“Name the ship and tell me the approximate location,” Lilith asked.
He told her and she snapped her fingers and was instantly clothed in her Seal uniform, “Consider it handled.”
Lilith turned and walked through the doorway to the adjoining room and appeared exiting the captain’s cabin.
“Who… what the fuck are you?” the captain blathered.
“You radioed that you were in trouble,” Lilith replied, “I’m Seal Team Omega. Now point me to those pirates.”
The captain was dumb struck, but the first officer beckoned Lilith to a door off the starboard wheel house and pointed to a power boat rapidly gaining on the cargo ship.
Lilith pulled out a toy gun that appeared ridiculous, pointed it and fired at the power boat.
To the first officer’s astonishment, a pink beak exploded from the barrel of the gun, but the boat didn’t even slow down.
“Come on, help me bring them alongside,” Lilith ordered.
Once the boat was docked, twenty horny big breasted bimbos climbed aboard the ship looking for cocks to please, and of course the first available was standing next to her. The bimbo pirates would finish out the cruise fucking and sucking the crew to exhaustion, but were split up onto multiple ships as entertainment.
Lilith saluted the captain who had his cock deep in the throat of a former pirate, entered the door to his cabin and popped back into the casino.
It didn’t take long for tales of Seal Team Omega to be bandied about and the threat of its use would strike fear in the hearts of evil doers everywhere.
The agent was waiting for her when she returned, “How did it go?”
“Oh, the Somali pirates boarded the ship and nearly fucked the captain and crew to death and managed to pilot the ship to its destination, where they signed on to be crew fuck sluts for many other vessels,” Lilith advised. “I told them that I am Seal Team Omega.”
“We are going to have to work up an insignia…” the agent mused. “Ah would you like to try your hand at a hard one?”
“Such as?”
“Ship captured by North Korea, soon to dock in Haeju,” the agent explained, “think you can handle it?”
Lilith walked out of the lady’s head arbored ship and walked up to the soldier nearest her, “Hi there fellow, please hand me your gun.”
The soldier leveled his gun at Lilith and quickly discovered it was a severed manhood and no longer a rifle.
The soldier behind him spun and leveled his weapon on Lilith only to discover he was holding a severed manhood.
“I think you two should share your weapons,” Lilith declared as the two soldiers began fucking each other.
Lilith wandered into the control room and met up with three armed me who leveled weapons at her, “You guys are just too dumb to have fun with!” Lilith decided and instantly there were three bimbos standing where the men had stood.
Lilith redirected the ship towards international waters, “You girls go and fuck the dicks off the guards holding the prisoners.”
As the ship changed course the North Korean war ships began pursuit, a camo clad woman appeared on their bridges shooting the command crew with a comically ridiculous gun with a pink ray emanating from the barrel. The crew quickly lost interest in the escaping American ship.
As the ship entered international waters, Lilith detected that someone had fired a missile at her, which turned into a two foot long three inch in diameter dildo and circled back to the man who pushed the button, slamming into his ass and butt fucking him into femininity.
A submarine fired a torpedo at them and it turned around, changed color to pink and slammed into the sub. The whole sub turned pink and the girls running it decided to defect to Japan to have better opportunities for constant sex.
The captain was finally freed and returned to the bridge and exclaimed, “Who the hell are you?”
“I am Seal Team Omega! Let’s just say I’m your last hope,” Lilith answered, “I have to go clean up a few leftover soldiers.”
As Lilith left the wheelhouse a soldier leapt from the roof and hung in the air, not falling as he expected and unable to attack the busty woman who had retaken the ship.
Lilith turned, looking up at him she smiled saying, “What’s the matter? Gravity not working?”
The soldier started trying to swim thrashing his arms but not improving his situation.
Lilith ripped open his trousers, reached in and yanked the manhood from his pants and reinserted it in the opposite direction, “Now you just hang there and enjoy fucking yourself. As soon as your boobs are the size of beach balls you will float down to the deck and start looking around for more semen suppliers.”
The soldier started cursing in Korean, which quickly changed pitch and became exclamations of ecstasy.
Moving on Lilith entered the engine room where a soldier tried to slit her throat but found it very difficult to do with an erect penis, which Lilith forced him to shove down his own throat. He started trying to yank it from his throat but getting it a little way out didn’t last long as his throat sucked it back in. It didn’t take long before he received his first load and a massive female orgasm and began his journey into a life of cock sucking.
Wandering into the stateroom area and some of the crew, were silently pointing her to the men’s head. She entered and could see no feet below the privacy barriers so she became invisible, floating above the floor with her head near the ceiling. Spotting the soldier standing on the toilet seat, pointing a shot gun towards the stall door.
Lilith slid behind him and reached around to his manhood, whispering in his ear, “Seal Team Omega cannot be defeated by the likes of you!”
The soldier screamed like a girl, dropped the shotgun and threw his arms in the air yammering in Korean that he surrenders.
Lilith whispered in his ear, “Make no moves that will make me think you are insincere or I’ll rip your manhood from you!”
The crew saw the soldier walk out of the head without his trousers sporting a woody, hands in the air, trembling like a child who just seen a ghost. Lilith became visible behind him and winked at the crewmen as she trailed the soldier.
One crewman exclaimed, “See I told you the seals had invisibility stealth!”
When Lilith and the soldier entered the wheelhouse, the captain exclaimed. “What the fuck!”
“Captain, can you show me to the craft they used to board your vessel?” Lilith asked.
“Sure, it’s moored on the port side where the captain’s launch is kept,” he replied trying to figure out why a Korean soldier sporting a woody was being marched around by Seal Team Omega.
Lilith brought the soldier to the Zodiac that he had used to come aboard. Lilith tossed the soldier onto the boat and told him in Korean, “Inform anyone who will listen, Seal Team Omega can take back whatever is ours!”
Lilith watched as the soldier who had just filled the bilge with urine sped away in his Zodiac. She marched back up to the Bridge and told the captain, “I released one soldier so that he can spread the word that attempting to capture our vessels will be disastrous to anyone who tries it. The stories he will tell will become more and more unbelievable, which will only make more people believe them.”
“Leaving a witness is a diabolical maneuver ma’am,” the captain determined and saluted her.
Lilith returned his salute and said, “Try to stay out of trouble.” She turned, entered the captain’s cabin and came out into her Suite.
Two days later the agent came to ‘Debrief’ her.
“I thought you said this would be a hard one?” Lilith accused.
The agent’s phone rang and he listened to an update on the operation. When he hung up, he turned to Lilith, “A North Korean submarine? They just surrendered to Japanese authorities and tried to have sex with anyone with a cock!”
“Beats the hell out of them trying to attack innocent ships,” Lilith noted.
“The soldier you released is in a strait jacket and babbling about Seal Team Omega while their secret police take every word he utters down.”
“And scaring the piss out of them…” Lilith snickered. “I bet the Chinese and Russians are both monitoring the interrogation as well.”
Lilith’s phone rang and she answered.
“Lilith, so you are moonlighting as Seal Team Omega now?” “It is better to be considered an asset than an opportunity,” Lilith replied.
“Actually, I called to root you on girl,” Veronica told her, “It’s about time someone gave that idiot a sphincter alert.”
“Maybe I should pop into the palace and leave some freebie coupons for the casino in the royal bedroom?” Lilith laughed.
“I must caution that such a thing would be unsanctioned at this time, but I will mention the possibility to the powers that be,” the agent decided. “By the way ma’am you are presented with the ‘Medal of Honor’ for your actions on this mission,” he told her as he pinned the medal onto her chest.
“I think this will look better on my camo uniform, but thank you,” Lilith declared.
“I was trying to maintain the symbolism,” he admitted. “Your country thanks you and hopes you may be called upon in the future difficult times.”
“Certainly agent, however, make sure it is a more difficult task than the last one. We want the name ‘Seal Team Omega’ to turn the biggest and baddest into frightened little girls,” Lilith encouraged.
“You’ve started that off nicely. There have been agents from most major nations searching for information on ‘Seal Team Omega’, which of course they cannot find, since you made it up on the fly,” the agent giggled, “There have been freedom of information requests about it and attempts to track funding for invisibility stealth you would not believe in just two days!”
Since Veronica was on hold Lilith added, “Bet there are none from the United Kingdom.”
“That’s a sucker bet!” the agent declared, “Oh, give my best to Dame Chief Inspector Veronica Wellington! We’ll be in touch.” The agent left her.
Lilith went back to her phone, “He’s gone.”
“Megan wanted to celebrate your military operation and has invited you to the Pub that the Queen’s guard frequent and requests you attend in full uniform,” Veronica snickered.
“When is this shindig?” Lilith wanted to know.
“As soon as you can get here silly,” Veronica encouraged.
Just as she was hanging up her cell phone she heard, “Was this fast enough?” from behind her.
“What took you so long?” Veronica exclaimed trying to recover from the surprise.
“It takes a while to load these boobs into a job bra,” Lilith replied.
Veronica almost laughed herself into a faint, “Well drag them along and we’ll meet up with Megan and her crew.”
When they entered the Pub, everyone jumped to their feet and saluted and Megan came to them saying, “It is a celebration of mission accomplished for Special Operations. Most of the guards here are ex-SAS officers.”
The group beckoned Lilith forward, shoved a Guinness into her hand and congratulated her on her mission. Most of them were trying to get selfies with ‘Seal Team Omega’. One of the Guardsmen asked how many members in ‘Seal Team Omega’?
“You are looking at the whole team, Guardsman,” Veronica answered. “Don’t worry, if you laugh, I’ll take care of your widow.”
“I don’t know how the North Koreans are going to handle a five-foot-tall busty woman stomped their best soldiers and maritime forces? I can’t wait to see how they try to spin it,” the Guardsman prophesized.
“I’m betting they spin it that there were one hundred of us cloaked and invisible and eight feet tall,” Lilith proposed. “Illegally genetically engineered amazons using reverse engineered forbidden alien stealth technology.”
Just then a person no one recognized entered the Pub and everything went silent.
The Asian appearing man walked up to Lilith and exclaimed, “You are declared an enemy of the North Korean peoples and a price has been put upon your head of two million American Dollars.”
“Damn, my price is dropping like a stone! The mob had five million on my head before I broke them!” Lilith laughed.
“You are lying!” he accused.
The whole Pub broke up into laughter!
“Dickhead, I could send you back to your handler, a blonde Caucasian bimbo of immense boobiness, with a semen addiction that would be legendary! However, I am sending you back to Kimmy to tell him that if he wants ‘Seal Team Omega’, I’ll make him an African whore in Somalia!” Lilith assured the little man.
“How dare you threaten a god!” he squeaked as he ran from the Pub.
There was a popping noise in the street and when the smoke cleared a small big breasted girl in a party dress stood up, and Lilith said, “I guess he wasn’t listening. The bomb he planted to kill me somehow wound up in his panties…” Lilith shared.
There was an uproar of laughter.
“Now to expose the traitor who told the North Koreans I would be here,” Lilith remarked.
One of the Guardsmen was making his way towards the exit but was stopped by a very large guardsman, “Urgently needing to go home?”
“I’m… I’m… leaving to pick up my mother,” she insisted.
Lilith wandered over and said, “Your momma has been captured by the North Koreans!”
The guardsman exclaimed, “They have my mother! It’s not like Seal Team Omega is going on a rescue mission to get her!”
“Hold on to him!” Lilith ordered and then vanished.
Five minutes later she reappeared with the guardsman’s mother in tow, “Is this your mother?”
“Mom!” he exclaimed and wrapped himself around the new arrival.
“Brought to you by Seal Team Omega!” Lilith declared, “Never underestimate the compassion of Seal Team Omega!”
“The only time I would doubt that, is if Seal Team Omega was up against Arthur,” Megan decided.
“Who do you think Seal Team Omega uses for backup?” Lilith asked, “Seal Team Six?”
“Just stay on Arthur’s good side and the world is guaranteed a good future!” Megan declared, followed by a rousing cheer from the Guardsmen.
“Just so everyone knows, Lilith can be asked for protection from any threat! I may ask for you to work off a favor sometimes, but if you are looking to right a wrong, it’s a freebie to you! Don’t compromise your ethics to save someone or yourself, come see Lilith the ultimate fixer!” Lilith admonished.
“How did you know where to find my mother?” the guardsman asked.
“I didn’t know, but that Korean bitch knew,” Lilith replied.
“What Korean bitch?” the guardsman asked.
“The one outside in the alley sucking some bums cock knew,” Lilith informed him. “Oh, I didn’t tell you that I changed the bomb into a bimbo bomb that was activated when he met up with his other agents. So, the three of them are busy in the alley outside.”
“What about whoever was guarding my mother?” the guardsman asked.
“That dumb shit pulled an automatic pistol on Seal Team Omega and wound-up spraying semen all over his face when it became his own severed manhood!” the guardsman’s mother clarified, “Last I saw the bimbo that was left of him wasn’t good for anything but a sperm sponge!”
“Should I send them home with their passports taped to their backs?” Lilith asked. “Of course, if they don’t get drained once in while they might explode… I guess I could arrange a relief, either I make them force a lip lock on one of the guys they have sex with and have them puke up gallons of semen to force down his neck, or have them use it to make a lover into another bimbo. What do you guys think?”
“How about filling his scrotum with it?” Megan asked.
“Sure, and then have his balls explode with a pink cloud and have all males within ten feet become cum gulling sluts,” Lilith suggested.
“North Korea is going to be too busy fucking and sucking to be much of a world problem,” Megan replied.
“Unfortunately, that would violate the ‘Accords for Magic Users’ and I can’t do it. I’ll have a Witchling in North Korea take them under her wing… as soon as the CIA can help me find a Witch there,” Lilith told the group, “But creating a powerful Witch there will make a serious impact on that country. They’ll still be busy sucking and fucking, fueling a Witch who won’t take kindly to being pushed around power hungry men.”
“So there really are Witches?” asked one of the guardsmen.
“You bet! There’s even one in this room, not including myself,” Lilith admitted.
The waitress tried to make a break for it, but was frozen in place, in mid-step, “You are taking the rest of the evening off. It is time for you to learn who and what you are.”
Lilith looked to her fellows and said, “My great, great granddaughter and I need to spend some time getting reacquainted, so I must say good evening to you all. I thank you all for your comradery and offer my continued support and protection should it be needed.”
I took the waitresses hand and unfroze her, “Do not resist granddaughter. I am going to teach you who you really are and it is not a server in a restaurant. You will soon be able to help the guardsmen protect the crown and if you are a good granddaughter, you will wind up owning your own place.”
The waitress didn’t fight me, so I asked, “Witchling, what is your name?”
“I am called Minuet, great grandmother. My host it called Mary,” the girl admitted, “Are you really Lilith?”
“For longer than this Island has existed,” Lilith replied.
“I am frightened great grandmother,” Minuet admitted.
“I have never harmed one of my progenies who did not prove undeniably they deserved it in the millennia I have existed, granddaughter. I only wish to give you that which you mother was unable to give you upon your birth,” Lilith told the frightened girl as she escorted her towards the Call Box.
Lilith’s hand reached for the necklace and pulled forth the staph, “Lilith speaks the truth. She is only trying to help! I, Arthur, promise!” and the staph was placed back to the necklace.
“What the fuck was that?” Mary asked.
“My host wields the power of Merlin and has the heart of King Arthur himself, so if he tells you something, ain’t no bank in the world as trustworthy,” Lilith told the girl, “He even scares me sometimes.”
“But it was you…” Mary argued as the entered the Call Box.
“Just like you, there are two of us in this body, but unlike you, we are the two most powerful beings to have ever existed,” Lilith sighed.
When they appeared in Lilith’s office she asked, “When was the last time you acquired sustenance?”
“My boyfriend boned me good two days ago,” she proudly admitted.
“Not enough! Do you have any sexual hang-ups I should know about? You like sex with men, or do you prefer women?” Lilith asked.
“I can go either way,” Minuet replied.
Lilith hollered, “Tina! You got some pussy licking to do!”
An enormous pair of boobs jiggled into the room, followed by the tiny girl attached to them, “You horny again boss?”
“I have a great granddaughter who needs a sperm recharge prior to her first communion. Get busy,” Lilith told her.
“Wow! How did you wind up with boobs like that?” Minuet tried to determine as Tina dove at her vulva.
“Punishment for being an evil piece of shit!” Tina admitted.
Minuet was stuffed full of more jizzum than she could imagine, “I’m going to explode!”
Lilith grabbed her and initiated communion.
One hour later, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”
“Welcome to your real birthright!” I stuffed 100,000 £ into her hand and told her, “Use this and your powers to take care of my friends and keep me informed with the goings on. Keep the ‘Accords for Magic Users’ sacred and clean up London, putting the dregs of society to work for you. Now tell me, are you glad you came with me?”
“Great grandmother, ask me to crawl through broken glass or jump over the moon and I will find a way to do it for you!” she replied with sincerity.
“Just be a good Witch and help those in need, punish those who don’t deserve to be men and keep the ‘Accords for Magic Users’ sacred,” I finished.
Mary and Minuet went back to London and bought her own pub, which promptly became a favorite of the guardsmen, police officers and military personal. It had a reputation for being a safe place with not fights breaking out. The owner would take the belligerent person away with her and she would return with the horniest girls anyone he ever met! In fact, it was well known that if you were looking to get lucky you couldn’t ‘crap out’ at her Pub. If you couldn’t get anyone else interested, the owner would fuck you so dry, you couldn’t get it up for two days.
Many Witches would be given communion, along with strict education in the ‘Accords for Magic Users’ as time passed. General knowledge of the Witches was kept from the public, but if you have a problem that no one can help you with, maybe you can hire Seal Team Omega…
The End

Characters
Morgana le Fay Previous Host to Lilith
Arthur Frederick Holyman Lilith Host, Witch, Wizard, descendent of Merlin
Wendy Hollingsworth Witch Host to Magdalene
Mike Bodyguard
Jeff Bodyguard
Francis Seamstress & Frances
Agatha Wendy’s Cook Food preparation
Gloria Van Buren Casino Manager
Laura Chauffeur and Apprentice Witch
Tina Titans 4’ 9” 30 P cup transformed Floor Manager
Lucy Suckem The casino Boss now a cock sucking addict
Desert Rose Mrs. Boss
Bertha Bad tempered Witch - Booted
Mordred Evil Witch
Inspector Wellington London police Inspector – Dame Inspector Wellington
-Later
Ethel Owner of King Arthur's Arms pub
Sven Old Norwegian who rebuilds Glenda’s house
Madrich Wizard/Magician
Megan Couto Captain of the Queens Guards
Gordon Guardsman who accompanied Megan
Destiny Guardsman who accompanied Megan
Katrina Dominatrix
Billy Crossdresser
Glenda Dead Sorceress
Misty Young Sorceress
Mary Minuet - Waitress

Tribes
Paiute Native Americans in Las Vegas

‘Council of Magic’ Group of magic users who monitor ethical magic use.
‘Accords for Magic Users’ The rules from the ‘Council of Magic’.

Places
King Arthur's Arms pub Pub in Tintagel
Tintagel Birthplace of King Arthur