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The Witch and her Apprentice (books and Witch)

"So close," Olivia purred. Her hand smacked her across the face, and Olivia pushed Mira against the wall with a wave of her hand. She approached her slowly and lowered her to the ground. With her right hand she grabbed the back of her head and pulled her head up right, exposing her neck. She kissed her, her other hand caressed down her arm as she nibbled at her neck.

Her hand softly stroked down Mira's entire body, stopping over the area of her dress above her crotch. Olivia smiled as her teeth grazed against Mira's neck. Her other hand pulled harshly at the back of her hair and her hand slowly massaged her through the dress.

A moment later Olivia bit harshly onto her sister's neck and drew blood. She smiled darkly, licking the blood away from her lips. She released her and turned away from her. "But you get half credit."

She allowed the flame to appear in her hand again, and pressed it against Mira's palm. She approached her as if she had not wounded her seconds before. The flame was bigger this time, and wilder. "Again. This time don't let pride destroy your discipline."
 
Mira was dazed when she was slammed against the wall by magic force, her cheek still red from Olivia’s harsh slap. Fear rose in her as the witch approached her, remembering full well how the witch had tortured her before. Her head was jerked upright and her neck was exposed, pain quickly replaced by pleasure as Olivia started trailing kisses down her neck and caressing her body with her free hand. The half-blood moaned softly, highly aroused by the witch’s ministrations. The emotions from before returned, the power having once again been stolen from her and rendered her helpless. It felt good in a way; it aroused her to be placed in the other witch’s power strangely enough.

Olivia’s hand stopped her travels just above her womanhood, massaging the area and earning another moan from Mira. Pain returned again when the red haired woman bit at her neck, drawing blood. The witch pulled back, licking her blood from her lips and allowing Mira to move again. The dark haired woman placed a hand to her neck, hissing as she touched the wound. It was not major but it certainly hurt, though that was likely the entire reason why Olivia had done it. She gave her pleasure and pain, just another display of control Mira found herself envious of.

Another ball of flame was conjured and given to Mira, this time the new witch had no difficulty focusing on her hatred for Olivia. She focused on the pain she had just caused her, another reason to hate her. However she also focused on her arousal at being in her mercy, the sensations she could cause her besides pain. The other witch was what she wished to become one day, to surpass eventually. She was her focus, the mooring point of her magical ability. Mira did not reflect on the fact that this put her further under Olivia’s sway.

She willed the ball of flames to grow, watching as the flames grew more intense with the fire of her hatred. Next she willed it to shrink, seeing them grown smaller as she enforced her idea of control upon it. Her casting was slow and ponderous naturally but she had finally achieved control over the flame, however this time her pride did not overshadow her success. As she kept up her focus she turned her gaze upon Olivia, both seeking the approval of her focal point and also looking for further instruction.

“What next, Mistress? Also, you didn’t answer my question from before. What other types of magic are there?” Mira inquired, her eyes bright with curiosity.
 
Olivia smiled warmly. "Good girl, Mira," she said as she watched the flame expand and lower. The girl had talent and was curious. She would be the perfect sister, when she matured into her powers.

"There is plenty of different schools of magic," Olivia answered. "There are healing spells, like what I did to you earlier. You managed to cast a protective charm on yourself earlier which falls under the same school. That is the small advantage of having a warm heart. Your body naturally wishes to protect you. However it is flawed. Pain is inevitable, and a kind heart is easily turned to darkness. Causing even more hurt."

"Elemental magic is the control over the elements. Wind, water, fire, Ice and earth." She smiled slyly having mastered the elements years ago. She summoned a ball of wind and pulled Mira towards her with a vacuum of air. She grabbed onto her shoulder and stopped her from colliding with her. She let the air become cold, creating water and then ice. She caressed Mira's face with her freezing touch, and rested her index finger in the girls mouth to bring warmth to her touch. She watched the girl eagerly. Mira brought her excitement, she had not felt such feelings in a long time.

When she released her she smiled. "The last school you need to know for now is darkness," She said, her hand formed into the dark pulsing flame. "It is brought on by hatred, but will consume the hearts of the weak if you allow it. It takes much more than discipline to resist the urges of falling. It is channeled by the very spirits themselves, and they so badly would love to control a mortal body, Mira." Her hand extinguished itself. "You're not ready for that yet, but I believe you will be someday."
 
Mira absorbed the information offered to her by Olivia, committing it memory. Healing sounded particularly useful considering she had experienced her instructor’s brand of discipline quite frequently, even before being her student. She made a note to inquire after how to use it after she managed to get a handle of the rest of Olivia’s lesson. The power of the elements sounded extremely enticing, especially after the strength she had just wielded a while ago while under the influence of Olivia’s fire. She squeaked as Olivia pulled her closer with a gust of wind, stopping her from colliding with her easily.

A chill fell over the young woman as Olivia next created ice and used her already cold hand to caress her face. Her icy index finger was placed just inside her open mouth, Mira took it a step further but closing her lips around the finger and suckling at the digit as though it were candy. She swished her tongue around the digit teasingly, not resisting when Olivia removed her hand from her. The half-blood needed to play at Olivia’s obvious fondness for her, ingratiating herself even further would hopefully make the witch even more willing to divulge her powers to her.

When Olivia summoned the darkness Mira stared warily at it, remembering full well the pain that particular magic had brought her. She had also caught something else Olivia had said, that there were advantages to not being a complete black heart. The young woman wondered how much of her instruction was fact and how much was personal bias; however she opted not to vocalize that pondering. Instead she set herself a goal, to one day be able to master the darkness branch of magic. The way Olivia said it led Mira to believe that there were other disciplines she had not mentioned, likely to avoid showing her whole hand to the student. To leave her wanting even more.

“I look forward to learning more, Mistress. I don’t suppose I might be able to move out of this cell at some point as well?” Mira inquired, trying to keep the eagerness to do so out of her voice. This cell was not exactly a place she enjoyed and seeing as she was the witch’s student and no longer a prisoner she hoped that came with a change in scenery. Literally anything would be better, carpeted floor would be a luxury after sleeping in the metal cot chained to the wall of the cell.
 
The girl was fascinated by the magic that Olivia displayed, and although she showed no hurt while revealing the darkness, it hurt Olivia's very bones to overuse the darkness. She hid it well, she was good at hiding her pain, unlike Mira. One day however, Mira would be worthy.


"One day perhaps, kitten," Olivia smiled. "But not today. When you have proven yourself to me, I will let you share my bed with me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She smiled and approached her apprentice. She wrapped her hands around her hips and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her tongue slithered into her mouth as her nails pierced into her hips. Her fingers trailed up Mira's lower back, and she pressed her weight against the girl and pinned her against the bars.
 
Mira was disappointed that she would be forced to endure this cell for a time longer; however there were worse things she supposed. She had been provided a way out by her instructor, if she improved enough then she’d share her bed. Part of her shivered at the thought, whether it was a shiver of fear or anticipation she could not quite say. The two emotions seemed to go hand in hand when dealing with Olivia, much like pleasure and pain as well as hatred and lust. The young woman did not resist when Olivia came closer to her, seizing her hips in her hands and pulling her into a deep kiss.

Mira’s tongue danced with Olivia’s own, her own hands griping into the back of her instructor’s dress hard. She was not ashamed to admit that she was also grinding her hips into her, her arousal appearing once more in the face of her mistress’ display of control. She wanted to satisfy this growing feeling inside of her, this mix of fear and anticipation that came when Olivia treated her like this. She broke briefly for air, allowing her to get out a few words of her own before diving back into the kiss.

“Yes… I would like that.” She answered, moaning softly.

Perhaps she should feel dirty locking lips with her father’s killer and the source of so much pain for her; however it was not affection that bid her forward but lust. She allowed Olivia’s tongue to explore her mouth, tasting of the other woman’s own mouth. There was a burning between her legs now, a pressure that Olivia had managed to build up with her actions. Mira’s hands wrapped around the other woman’s neck, not particularly minding being pressed up against the bars of this cell. She nibbled at Olivia’s lips lightly, drunk on their taste. She was in a realm outside of her scope of knowledge once more; the realm of lust was not one she knew well.
 
Whatever Mira was feeling, Olivia shared. As Mira pressed her body against Olivia's, her own vagina was soaking wet. As Mira wrapped her arms around her neck, Olivia spread her legs. She lifted her up using her magic and then pulled her dress up as Mira held onto her. Slowly she began to massage her clit, brushing softly against her in smooth circular motions.

Olivia kissed her, once on the lips, twice on her cheek and then ran her tongue down her cut neck. She kissed the wound she had made, and savoured the small droplet of blood that her tongue lapped up.

As she continued to decorate her neck with kisses, her fingers entered her tight pussy. She was delicate with her motions, as she assumed this was the first time Mira had ever had affection from another person. It was important that the first time was enjoyable, and Olivia had every intention of leaving her new sister in ecstasy.

"You will be my apprentice. I will make you stronger than your wildest imaginations. Tell me you want it, tell me you want your mistress. Tell me! Tell me!" She whispered with a smile that was full of lust, her forehead rested against Olivia's, and their lips were little more than an inch apart.
 
Mira was pushed upwards by Olivia’s magic however she didn’t let go of her hold on the witch’s neck, using her as her anchor. She felt a jolt of pleasure rock her entire body as Olivia massaged her clit, biting her lower lip and moaning in a manner she might otherwise consider obscene. With her dress hiked up it became very clear that she was very wet and very eager for her instructor to continue with her ministrations. The muscles of her womanhood clenched and unclenched, desperate for attention. She gazed pleadingly at her mistress, who kissed her and then trailed her tongue down her neck.

The young woman bit her lower lip again as Olivia placed her fingers inside of her, Mira feeling a bit of pain at the advance of her fingers. The witch would find some resistance for her fingers, likely breaking through her hymen in the process which would draw a cry of pain. The space was tight and very warm and moist, her juices coating the witch's fingers. The pain faded slowly as pleasure started building up; the witch’s more experienced fingers easily pleasing the half-blood. She wanted the witch to travel deeper, to leave her in absolute ecstasy and grant her release from the pressure slowly building inside of her.

Olivia wanted her to beg for it obviously; however Mira was far past caring about her dignity or self-respect. She wanted release, to know that there was something at the end of this entire affair of madness. The young woman was gasping and panting, her breathing heavy as her breasts rose and fell pronouncedly. Her hips ground against the witch’s fingers, the dark haired woman practically squirming against the witch. She needed more and if Olivia would only finish what she started at her word then so be it.

“Yes, pleassse, Mistress. I want you inside me, deeper. Please!” Mira responded, kissing her instructor lightly.
 
Olivia's face lit up, never losing eye-contact with the girl. She continued to rub her fingers inside of her, deeper and with smooth strokes, while using her thumb to softly massage her clit. She could feel the girls arousal spread, and her fingers were moist with her fluids. Olivia kissed her apprentice, biting down on Mira's lip.

She herself was feeling the weight of lust between her legs. Her usual cold body was warming up to Mira's embrace. She had rarely felt so alive with someone. The more she came to notice this feeling, the rougher her fingers were inside the girl. When she had finished, she slowly lowered the girl to the ground, and placed Mira's cum that was wrapped around her fingers inside her mouth. It tasted slightly bitter, but Olivia did not mind.

She looked down upon the girl then and began to softly stroke her apprentice's face. "Do be sure to practice your control, maybe your anger will create the spark for your own flame,"


She left the cell, locking it behind her.
 
Mira gasped as Olivia’s fingers pressed deeper inside of her, the massaging of her clit only further adding to her steadily climbing arousal. She gasped and panted, her breathing heavy as her instructor’s ministrations became rougher. The cell was filled with her cries and moans, one of her hands moving behind her to grab onto one of the bars. Olivia bit down upon her lip though that light pain was lost amidst the ocean of bliss the witch was granting her. The only thing that mattered now was this amazing feeling centered between her legs that grew and grew more and more.

Higher and higher she flew until her body reached a point where it could no longer contain the pressure within herself. Sheer and complete bliss shattered every other thought and she cried out as she reached her climax, her body tensing up before relaxing. She fell to the ground on her backside, her breathing heavy and her eyes slightly fogged over. Mira hummed slightly as her instructor stroked her face, touching the hand before it was removed. She had never felt so amazing in all of her life; even the exhilaration of first using magic seemed small compared to this as she sat in a state of afterglow.

“Yes… Mistress Olivia. I will. Thank you.” The woman responded as Olivia departed, still laying against the bars of the cell.

She did not miss the witch locking her in, however Mira didn’t mind so much that she had the key to her cell. If anything she had granted the half-blood another reason to succeed in using magic. She wanted to know that pleasure as much as possible, her goal being to one day work her way up into her mistress’ bed. It would be a long while before she would ever be fit to carry out her vengeance so there was no harm in indulging in her lust… right? That seemed logical to Mira.

Slowly the woman crawled from her place lying against the bars and managed to work herself onto the metal cot. She unstrapped her sandals and lied down upon the harsh metal, staring at the ceiling as she found her memory fixed upon the feeling of that climax. Her first time, taken against the bars to a cage. It didn’t exactly bother her as much as she might like, what did bother her was her arousal at control being taken from her. Being trapped in this cell, subjected to the whims of Olivia, part of her relished in it for some sick reason. Mira closed her eyes and opted to try and get some rest before practicing again.
 
Olivia returned to her room that night and slept. The next morning she returned to the dungeon to continue her duty. She would do what she regularly did, and walk into the dungeon with a new subject to torture. The screams carried on in the dungeon and Olivia took her sexual frustrations out on the broken subjects she created. All the while she did not visit Mira.


Days passed, and Olivia would do the same thing. She'd wake up and soothe the King during his hours of crisis. She'd return to the dungeon and make sweet noises of despair radiate through out the dismal halls. Mira would be sent food twice a day, and the guards were forbidden to speak with her. The meals would pass, and so would the nights. Days became night, night became day. The process repeated until several weeks became months.

It was Olivia's plan, of course. She would ignore Mira until loneliness overcame her, until she begged and demanded to see her mistress. To gain Mira's trust she needed her vulnerable. She needed her to want her affection, she needed to break her emotionally and become her entire focus. She needed her apprentice to desire to please her, or her hatred would grow. To most there was little worse than the gnawing reality of loneliness and at that point any comfort offered was like a little drop of heaven. She had used this tactic a lot with her more stubborn pets.


And of course, she had another trick up her sleeve to truly push Mira to the brink of despair. She smiled as she approached a distant lonely cell in the dungeon. She caressed the bars and looked in at a broken man. Mira's father. Olivia entered, spoke to him kindly, and after several hours she left him with such sweet promises. He had agreed. Now all she needed was Mira to make her demands.
 
Day 1

Mira focused on the air between her fingers, using her anger and hatred towards Olivia as her anchor to spark the flames. Nothing occurred; no flames were born from magic though she supposed that was to be expected. She continued to keep focus through the day, breaking only for necessities such as her meals. Olivia had not visited her for the entire day, though Mira did not overly mind. The screams however she did hear, though they made her less scared than they had once. She knew what happened beyond those doors, it somehow made it seem less scary to her. Instead she focused entirely on her project. Despite her efforts she still could not create the flames.

Day 5

On the fifth day was the day when Mira, frustrated by her lack of success in summoning the fires opted to try something different. Rather than focus upon her hatred and anger towards Olivia she focused on the burning lust the witch had awakened. She focused on the vivid passion the witch had filled her with, letting it burn through her mind and keeping Olivia as her focus. Her brow creased in concentration as she stared hard at the space between her hands. She tried to spark the flames once more.

This time a tiny flickering flame formed in the air between her hands, the process draining her of a good bit of energy but she had succeeded. The half-blood smirked, controlling the tiny flame with a roughly and without much skill. The fire winked out rather quickly but still it was progress and now she at least knew what to focus on. Today she felt disappointed that Olivia did not visit her as she felt she had passed a slight benchmark. Even still she resolved to continue her practice for as long as necessary.

Day 16

Mira expanded the ball of flame before her to the size of a human head and was able to move it about a few feet from her body. The entire process was still rather taxing and she was hardly ready to use it offensively, however she was improving steadily. Magic was becoming something she was more and more comfortable with. The sparking of the flames had lost its novelty, now she set benchmarks to constantly keep herself improving. Expand the flame larger, control it when it was further from her body, move it faster. She was getting more than a little frustrated that Olivia did not visit, however she refused to beg for her company and instead focused on improving.

Day 30

Time continued to pass and as it did, Mira was coming more and more into her powers of manipulating fire. Today she was experimenting with wreathing parts of her body in flames to augment her physical attacks. It took a great deal of control and focus; however she managed it with some time and effort. This was also the day she asked after Olivia to a guard, though she received no answer in return. A month with this isolation was starting to get to her and her hatred was being overtaken by the lust and desire to be in the witch’s power once more.

Day 60

This was the day where Mira blasted one of the guards with a ball of fire, causing the other to stiffen and cower before her though she was the one behind bars. Her magic had progressed to the point where her flames were a relatively formidable weapon. Nothing Olivia would likely find difficulty in doing; however it certainly made her dangerous. She screamed at the frightened guard demanding that she tell Olivia that she wished to see her immediately. It was a demand, not yet begging though clearly desperation was starting to overtake her.

Day 90

Three months is what it took to finally cause Mira to break. After a quarter of a year in isolation the young woman had suddenly started crying out in the dungeon. Her mind was filled with Olivia, she wanted to hear her praise again and please her mistress so that she never had to face this isolation again. Her skills had progressed very far in terms of controlling fire, but the practice had become empty and utilitarian. She begged out into the halls, speaking of all the way she would debase herself before the witch if only she would appear before her. She went to sleep that night repeating the same things, rather like a maddened mantra burned into her mind.
 
It was days still before Olivia graced Mira with her presence. When the guards had informed her that she was begging Olivia smiled. She finished dinner earlier than the rest of the castle staff and watched her apprentice from the shadows. She had improved so much, even causing a guard to die with fatal burns. She could have broken out with such power, but she remained. Out of fear? Or out of dedication to her mistress?


When three more nights had passed Olivia finally came to the bars of Mira's cell door. She looked upon her. The dress she had given her had been in tatters from over use, Olivia would have to get her a new dress, and would if she was good. The cell door slowly opened and Olivia stepped in. She stood in the doorway, letting the silence take over the cell. The game was still being played by the witch. She waited for Mira to speak.
 
Those next three days progressed much the same for Mira, each one the begging became more and more desperate and the promises she made had her seem more of a whipped dog than a human being anymore. Each night she slept she repeated the mantra again and again, her hatred having died out and given way to obsession. Her hand even strayed down between her legs as she rubbed herself off during her mantra, mixing the means of debasing herself to the witch and pleasure in her mind. She would do anything to see Olivia again, to be close to her and touch her once more.

On the day when Olivia arrived Mira almost did not believe it was her, thinking it must be a trick of her mind indicating her fall into insanity. When she stepped inside however the half-blood watched her with watery eyes, falling to her knees quickly. She did not answer her entry with words but instead crawled across the cell over to her, tears of joy and jubilation falling down her cheek. The young woman kissed the hem of the witch’s dress, going so far as to kiss at her feet before gripping onto her leg.

“Mistress… I missed you so much… whatever I did wrong please forgive me.” She muttered, nuzzling the witch’s leg before repeating her previous actions over and over again.

It was obvious to any onlooker that Mira had broken in some way over the past three months, the vengeful daughter turned into depraved and worshipping subject. Where before such things might be considered dirtying her mouth, the half-blood now considered her actions a privilege to herself to even be in contact with the lowest parts of her mistress. She dared not presume to move higher up without her permission, she was content with just this contact obviously no matter how humiliating it seemed.
 
Olivia lowered her eyes on her apprentice. Her lips pressed together in an attempt to conceal her satisfaction on how miserable Mira now looked. She brought her hand down to the grovelling girl who kissed her feet and clung to her legs like a lost child. The witch lowered herself and allowed Mira to nuzzle into her black gown. She stroked her hair that had become greasy and messy over time. The girl smelled badly.

"It's okay now, Mira." She spoke softly, forgiving the girl for no crimes. "Ssshh, all is well. The guards tell me of your progress, and that you have learned so much since I last saw you. You have been such a good apprentice." She spoke with as much affection as her voice could express. All the while she stared deeply into the girls red tearful eyes. Her hand stroked down her face. "Would you like to leave? Has this sweet cell that I have gifted to you become bothersome to be in? Would you like to sleep with me for the night?"
 
Mira sighed and gripped handfuls of her mistress’s gown with dirty fingers, allowing herself to be pressed into the woman’s clothing. She was in bliss just being near Olivia again, the three months of isolation having worn heavily upon her mind. She slowly calmed as she nuzzled the witch, humming in pleasure that her supplication had been found acceptable to the red haired woman. She had been a good apprentice, practicing day and night to please Olivia and now all the suffering seemed to be rewarded with the presence of the witch. That was all the half-blood needed to be content.

In a normal state of mind the phrasing of the question posed to her might have seemed rather like a trick of some kind, but Mira was not in a normal state of mind. She wanted to leave this cell and be with her mistress again, to continue worshiping every inch of her body. Her bed sounded like a distant promised land, mythical and strange in its nature. This cell had been her domain for far too long, she wanted to leave. Her whole world and being had become centered around Olivia, thinking about her, mocking the hatred she had once held for her. She was a true living goddess made flesh.

“Yes, Mistress Olivia. Please, let me come with you. I don’t want to leave you again…” Mira responded.

Mira nuzzled into the hand that stroked her face, her mind soothed by the affection that she was shown by the witch. Her face was splotched with ash and dirt; truly the three months down here had not been kind to her. A bath would be rather in order once more, however Mira didn’t concern herself with that and instead continued to drink in the presence of her mistress. This contact was the most affection she had been shown in a quarter of a year; she’d do anything to get more.

“I’ll do whatever you might ask of my mistress, I’m your apprentice after all.” The young woman said, staring up into those hypnotic red eyes pleadingly with a spark of madness and obsession in her own eyes.
 
"I know you will, my sweet. That is why I chose you," Olivia said. She could almost smile, but a part of her felt bad for reducing one of her own to the depraved woman before her. Her confidence would have to be rebuilt and her pride developed anew, but Olivia was sure she could mould the girl into her own design, one that saw her as a sister and not an enemy. A witch as fierce, cruel and beautiful as her. It had become her own fantasy. Yet harsh measures would have to be taken to build that bond. Olivia had not deluded herself of that.

"Come," Olivia said as her hand took her apprentice's. She gripped her softly. Her hands were gloved with black leather. She slowly lead her out of the cell and they left the dungeon together. They rised the spiral staircases and came to brighter rooms decorated by lit torches. She briefly wondered how it all must feel to Mira, she was sure the girl was overwhelmed, but still they climbed staircases and walked long halls.

When Olivia reached her quarters she released her apprentice's hand and stepped in. It was a large set of rooms built for a queen. It was one of the advantages of having the king wrapped around your finger. It had several pictures, a fireplace, several large chairs made of leather. A rug that came from the pelt of a bear, and several large bookcases. She entered the room and undid her cloak and let it fall to the ground. In the other room was a large bathtub made of marble. Olivia smiled warmly and entered the room and awaited Mira to follow. She had the servants prepare a hot bath for her before she left to claim Mira.

"Take off those rags and climb in, my pet."
 
Mira allowed herself to be led through the dungeons that had been her home for quite a long amount of time, her state being rather dream like. The half-blood felt elated as she ascended and stuck very close to Olivia, almost afraid that putting too much distance between herself and the witch would cause the other woman to vanish. Higher and higher they climbed, when finally they arrived in the corridors outside of the dungeons the young woman felt relief. It had been so long since last she had seem a place that looked like it propagated things beyond mere misery and death.

Mira followed after Olivia into the witch’s quarters, standing in awe of the large room around her. She had never seen such a large room, her father’s profession had afforded her a room of her own but it was a mere fraction of this one’s size. She looked rather out of place here in her rags and dirty flesh, in fact she did notice a few looks of derision from the servants she passed. On invitation from Olivia she entered the bathing chamber, smiling softly at the sight of the filled marble tub. With a prompt from the witch she all but tore off her clothing and waded into the bath.

She immediately set about scouring her flesh of dirt and grim, attempting to make herself presentable to the other witch. She dunked her head under the water as well, running her fingers through it and savagely attacking the knots that had formed in her long dark hair. She had never before allowed her hair to grow so long, now it was well down to her upper back as opposed to its normal short bob cut. Gods the warm water felt good, after her deprivation for so long it was like a dream come true.
 
Olivia watched as the girl climbed in the tub, she immediately began to splash about in an attempt to clean herself quickly. She pressed her head beneath the water, and Olivia approached softly behind her. She removed her gloves and undid her black gown, revealing a white corset that covered her skin. She knelt beside the bathtub and let her hands rest on Mira's shoulders. She softly pulled the girl towards her, allowing her head to rest against the marble tub.


"Ssshhh, just relax, my pet. This is a treat. I will clean you," She said softly into her sister's ear. She kissed her hair and slowly rubbed soap on her hands and mixed it with the water. Olivia rubbed her hands against Mira's skin, massaging her shoulders and under her armpits. She kissed her head again and smiled. It felt good to care for family. She rubbed down her sisters breasts, and down her stomach. Olivia guided each of her apprentice's motions. She lightly pushed Mira's head forward to clean her neck and her back. When her back was done she moved beside her, and lifted her leg. She massaged her soapy hands up and down its length, massaging in between her thighs and stopping just before she reached her womanhood. When she had finished washing her foot, she did the same motions with the other leg.

The water was filthy, and brown by the time she finished. Olivia pressed her hand within the water and it cleaned itself with magic. She did not speak any words and gently just smiled. Today she was a gentle mistress. She stood finally, with all her beauty and walked behind the girl again. This time she had a powder in her hands. She rubbed it into Mira's hair and brushed out all the knots. She then washed her hair with the soapy powder and continued to brush her hair, all the while sitting in complete silence.

When she was finished, Olivia offered Mira her hand so she could get out of the bath.
 
Mira stopped only at Olivia’s prompting, nodding slightly as she allowed the witch to go about the considerable work of cleaning her. Her mistress was certainly thorough in her process, causing the young woman to feel the slightest bit of satisfaction. She had been taken from the dark depths of the dungeon to this wondrous place. A sigh of bliss escaped her lips as she allowed herself to just relax and let her mistress handle everything. A small part of her feared being sent back to the dungeon, however she silenced it. Her mistress would not send her back there surely, not after she had improved so much.

She winced slightly as Olivia started moving her fingers through her long black hair, the multitude of knots there making the experience somewhat unpleasant. She kept silent, not daring to voice this lest she offend the gentle mistress and force her to show her more cruel side. Mira had experienced just how very cruel Olivia could be over the past three months of isolation, even before that the witch seemed to enjoy hurting her. Regardless of that, Mira didn’t care of Olivia abused her every day as long as she didn’t have to go back into the darkness… anything but that. She accepted her mistress’ hands and allowed herself to be taken out of the tub.
 
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