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(Eshbaal)The Witch House(TeacherSerena)

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Eshbaal

Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 15, 2009
Location
Denmark
"THere it is," one of the boys said in a low whisper and pointed at the little house that could only barely be spotted through the thick bushes when you knew where to look. Jared squinted his eyes to spot it better. It seemed like a small place, more of a hut than a home. But it was without a doubt the place that he had heard so much about. There'd always been stories about that place, always someone who said one thing or the other. Poor fella went out there to chop wood. He was found two days later without his skin. Women who came too close to the bushes here tended to lose their babies too. Found the butcher's large dog decapitated. Stories like that. Never go near there, they said, it's where the witch lives, and if you value your life, you won't bother her.

And yet here Jared was now, along with the three other boys, staring at the house through the bushes, and it didn't look like it had been lived in for the last twenty years or something. He brushed some of his naturally dark purple hair aside... a part of his looks that had caused him much grief in his only 17 year long life. He felt someone prod his shoulder and he turned his head to face Matthew, a blonde child about a year or two younger than him. "Are you going or what?"

Jared nodded. "I'll bring a souveneir," he said with a little smile. If this was what it took to get them to stop talking about him when they thought he wasn't listening, if it could help him forget about the times they had thrown tiny rocks at him when he was little, it was worth it. He got up from his hiding spot and jumped over the little hedge with relative ease, landing in the forest. It was almost like entering another world, watching the other boys' prying eyes through the bush before walking over to the house slowly. For a while, he stood around, scanning the place a bit. It did look incredibly run down. He could hardly imagine anyone living in this place. Slowly and carefully, he grabbed the handle and pushed it open as slowly as he could, which resulted in a deep creaking that made him stop for a bit. If somebody WAS there, they definately knew he was coming now.

Taking a deep breath, he took his first step inside...
 
Serena looked out the window, scoping out the group of boys that was once again outside her hut. "Visitors never get a hint, huh? First the woodcutter, the women, and a dog? You'd think they would stop coming around..." She slammed all the shutters on her window, each one launching up a small cloud of dust. She heard the oncoming steps of the boy, and she went upstairs, peeking through the last open window. "Sheesh... I'll make sure I keep them from ever coming back...Using this boy..." She grabbed her staff, killed the lights, and waited for the boy to finally enter her hut. It was then she would strike.
 
Stepping inside, he peered about and was rather surprised by the sight that hit him. Perhaps it had been some sort of trick of the brain when he had been standing outside, but the place seemed so much larger once you stepped in through the door. Looking around each corner to make sure there was no one, he soon began to prowl around the lower floor in his search for something interesting, something unusual that could prove he had been in here. Something he couldn't have made himself or just found in the woods. Browsing over the many objects that laid sprawled on a nearby wooden table, he would just find something and run out there in a hurry - the place was giving him the creeps.
 
Only the first of her pranks had begun. A small snap of her fingers flickered on the lower floor lights. Snapping the rapidly, it appeared as if they were shorting. Shortly after, another spell followed. She slowly began moving things around on the lower floor, intentionally pulling objects into his path. Surely this would be enough to spook him and keep his hands off her possessions. A final spell to seal the deal was cast; a small vial of blue slime was knocked to the ground. It made no noise except for the glass shattering. The small blue slime slipped into a crack in the floor.
 
"Come on, there's gotta be something," he muttered as he browsed through many things. True, there were small animal skulls here and there, but honestly, he could have found those anywhere... but he blinked a bit and looked around as the light in the room began to flicker, though there was no wind and well... no light other than what sun came in. But it kept switching in intensity. Slowly, he stepped back from the table, and nearly fell as long as he was over a chair that slid across the floor without anyone to move it. Eyes widened, his body tense, he tried to move for the door, but constantly items kept getting in his way. Chairs, stools, even bottles flying through the room. One in particular, filled with a blue, thick liquid shattered against the floor. He had forgotten all about finding proof... he was reaching out for the door handle.
 
The slime crept through the cracks of the door, encircling the doorknob, easily doubled in volume. More pulled itself from the door, dropping to the floor in a seemingly infinite amount. The shaking and rattling of the shelves finally stopped, the only motion being him and this odd blue slime. The came on fully and illuminated the room. Every corner and crack brightened. Each crack was filled with a light blue glue. More and more fell from the ceiling, small droplets of the stuff hitting the floor with a squishy thud.
 
He suddenly let go of the doorknob when he saw the blue slime make its way through the cracks, unnaturally climbing up the door rather than sliding down, even watching as it encircled the doorknob, dripping on the ground and making him step away to avoid touching it at all. But as he moved, he saw it come up from every crack in the floor, even dripping from the ceiling, making trying to avoid touching the stuff a hard task - he could only suspect that it was poisonous. "Okay, okay! I'll leave! I was trying to leave! Just let me go, I won't say a thing!" he yelled, assuming this was the witch's work.
 
The slime slid along the floor, combining and splitting with no pattern. It surrounded the unwelcome visitor by wrapping around his feet, rooting him to the blue floor. A few tendrils rose from the mess, whipping around in the air. The sound of high heels could be heard clicking down the stairs. Serena now stood in front of the boy. "So, boy, you enjoying the surprise? Care to explain why you are here?" She stood about 5'9'', wearing a black dress that hung low and ran down to her knees. She sported a cotton pointed hat as all witches do and black high heels. Her staff was adorned with a deep blue gem, matching the slime on the ground.
 
"No! Get AWAY!" he yelled as he tried to get away from the slime, but to no avail - they soon wrapped around his feet and ankles tightly, harder and heavier than even the largest shackles and nailed him completely to the floor... and watching the dangerous-looking tendrils that rose, he soon stood still, not daring to give them a reason to attack. Turning his head at the sound of oncoming steps, he soon stared directly at the witch, one far more beautiful than what he had envisioned. He swallowed something, not sure where to begin. "A dare," he simply said. "A dare to prove myself."
 
"A dare? You would risk your life for a dare? Have my other warnings not proved useful?" One tendril slashed across his stomach with blunt force. "You would enter my home, fiddle with my things and loot for a dare?" Another one whipped arcross his knees. "Luckily it was only you or I would have to deal with all of your little friends." One last lash across his back. "See this monster? A creation of my own. What do you think of it?"
 
He knew how insane it sounded, especially now as he felt the strange tendrils lash across his body, leaving long, read marks and causing him to cry out in pain for every single swipe as she continued to lecture him. He had lowered his head, trying to bite down on the pain and keeping himself from screaming with every single lash. Hearing her question and looking down at the goo that held him in place, he gave an honest answer. "An abomination," he simply said. "Unnatural. A true monster indeed."
 
"Why thank you. Such flattery is beneficial." She walked along the goo as if it was a hard floor, approaching the boy. She ran a hand over his wounds, healing them. She backed up not but two steps before the tendrils whipped him again and again. 1,...5,...15,... strike after strike, the tendrils tore at his clothes and skin. After every few, she would walk over, running a hand along them and returning him to a pristine condition. "How long should I do this for, boy?!" A few more tendril lashed out at him, tearing the remains of his outfit to shreds.
 
He knew he was in trouble no matter what he said, so it might as well be honest talk. And as she healed his wounds, he hoped for a second that he was being rewarded for that, until she took those steps back, and the tendrils lashed away repeatedly. The whole thing was repeated over and over again, making him roar of pain with every lash as his body continued to redden, his clothes hanging from his muscular, well-kept body as he panted heavily. "PLease... no more," he panted, trying to ignore the numb feeling in his body.
 
The tentacles whipped him more, tearing the last of his garb into shreds as it fell to the floor, being absorbed into the goo onto the floor. "Now, only isf everyone who came by looked like this..." She said as his glanced up and down his bare body. The tendrils wrapped around his wrists, pulling them outward. "And this is my favorite part..." One more tentacle was born from the floor, reaching up and wrapping around his member. "Another reason I invented this creature."
 
He groaned heavily with each whipping of the gooey tentacles, watching as his clothes were torn off, revealing a muscular body that had come from a lifetime of farm work. But he wasn't particularly fond of the way they seemed to dissolve once they came in contact with the goo on the floor. He soon had other things to think about, however, when the tendrils grabbed his wrists despite his trying to pull back, and another reached up and wrapped around his shaft. "What the hell are you doing?" he yelled in horror, trying still to irk away from the thing.
 
The slime completely encased his member, the goo throbbing around it. "What ever I want. What, you going to call for help and have your friends become ensnared in my creation?" She set her staff to the side as she approached her naked captive. She ran a finger along the side of his face, the goo ebbing and flowing along his shaft. "Don't worry, the punishment won't be as bad as some previous captures."
 
He could feel the goo throbbing away as she continued to belittle him and his words, much to his utter dismay, watching as she neared. He lowered his head slightly as she let her finger explore his face. He had no intentions of letting the others fall victim to her as well. It was bad enough that he had ended up here, but he didn't want anyone else on his conscience as well. Blinking at her words, he arched a brow. "What's..." he groaned a bit as the goo throbbed. "What's that supposed to mean?
 
"You've seen what has happened to previous visitors who were as unlucky as you." Her finger slid down his chest, stopping at his pelvis. "I will treat you nicer than the people who are now dead." The goo squeezed tightly on his member.
((tiny one today...)
 
He swallowed something at the reminder of what he had seen lying around the cabin, and what had been found around the woods over the years, and he did not want to think too much about it. He shivered as her finger shivered down further, the goo working to get him to a rock hard erection. "Then what ARE you gonna do?" he panted.
 
"what ever I want." She looked down at his erection, smiling. "this is a start." She reached down and gripped his dick through the slime, his entire member fully lubed by her creation. She slid her hand up and down his member, the slime covering her hand and his dick.
 
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