1 comments/ 18050 views/ 10 favorites The Wicked Stepmother Act 02 By: Jimyfoxx Popsicles and Paddles Missy raises up, slips her robe back on and gives her step-daughter a cold stare, before saying icily, "You enjoyed that huh, you fucking little black whore, making me beg for it." "M-mother I..." "Silence," Missy yells as she lashes out and slaps her hard across her pretty face. Tears begin to stream down Ellie's face as her stepmother's sudden mood change has caught her completely off guard. "Stop crying you sniveling little bitch for he comes for you now." Missy says pointing a finger over at the far dark corner. "What is that? I want to go, now!!" Ellie cries as she points a nervous finger towards the slowly forming shape in the darkness. The figure is forming in the darkness of the far corner where she first detected movement at the beginning of this fateful journey she finds herself now on. "It's too late honey. I have summoned him and now you shall be teased by the both of us much like you just teased me until I humbly had to beg like ...a fucking little schoolgirl. Now before the night is over you shall give yourself to him as promised earlier." "B-but I never said yes." "Ahh but you never said no neither. Yet you are here still, you did not try to run, nor hide, but instead chose to play wicked games with me- that in itself implies consent." "Mom, I can't...no." Ellie's voice is edging towards panic. "Ahh but you must my dear, you must," says Missy her voice growing husky with sheer desire. As Ellie stares in amazement the shape begins to take a defined form. It's forming into a body complete with a torso and all four limbs. The limbs are shaping themselves obviously into a pair of arms and legs. The head is formed by a darker mist, and from this appears suddenly two blazing points of red. "H-his eyes..." Ellie whispers as she suddenly jumps to her feet and turns to flee, now overcome with absolute terror. Trying to run in her six inch heels is not easy Ellie soon finds out as she stumbles towards the stairs, but before she can reach them Missy grabs her. "Yes look at your Daddy's eyes sweetheart, alive and burning bright red with forbidden desire...for you." Missy says hoping up, and with amazing quickness reaches out to snag Ellie around the arm, easily pulling her back from the stairs. Ellie struggles to free herself from her step-mother, but her grip is iron tight; equivalent to a man's ten times her size. The ghostly figure approaches as Ellie watches with eyes as big as saucers. "She has the soul of a rabbit, master. She wants to run. What shall I do?" "Simple. Prevent her from running." The voice, her father's voice sounds cold, devoid of feeling whatsoever. "Yes sweetie, Daddy has come home to his darling daughter. Be not afraid for what is to come. You are a big girl now, 20 years old all grown up so be mature and take what is to come, without tears." Then a sinister, echoing deep laughter begins to emit from the mist right before a small fiery ball of red flame comes hurling out of the mist heading straight for Ellie as the voice echoes, "Tie the little bitch up." Ellie cowers against her evil step-mother, (she is back to adding the step moniker when she thinks of Missy now, with evil thrown into boot) as she sees the fiery ball, about the size of a baseball, rapidly approaching her. Missy, with cat like quickness, snatches the ball out of midair just as it was about to hit Ellie squarely in the mid-section. Ellie lets out a sigh of relief, which quickly turns to terror, when she sees the red fiery ball, upon being caught by her evil step mother has turned into a bright white silk sash that Missy quickly wraps around her trembling wrists. Ellie's squirms with ever increasingly panic as the mist draws closer. She looks at it with wide staring eyes able to see how the mist appears now more like an apparition with recognizable features of her daddy. The voice of her father once again comes from the mist, "Ahh my poor Ellie is scared, much like the rabbit in the presence of a pair of hungry wolves." "Are you hungry master?" Ellie hears Missy's voice coming from behind her somewhere. "Absolutely famished my dear and yourself?" "Likewise," again comes the voice of her evil step mother, somewhere behind her still, but drawing closer. Ellie's would look away, would if she could, but her eyes are glued on the ghostly apparition. Despite the voice, obviously being his, she refuses to think of the apparition as her father. She refuses to believe such a thing, even if the face has a glowing resemblance to her father. As she stares, Ellie notes how the resemblance to her father seems to fade in and out, going back to an unrecognizable mist, before reforming into a rough image of her daddy's handsome face. Finally, Ellie realizing Missy is no longer holding her turns to run, but doesn't get two steps when she runs head long into the evil step mother as she approaches her from behind. "Going somewhere sweetheart," the ghostly apparition speaks directly to her. "L-leave me alone," Ellie cries as Missy grips her tightly around the arm with a soft hand that has that vice like grip. "As if that could ever be possible sweetheart. To leave one alone as soft and as pretty as yourself." Missy whispers in her ear, while stroking her hair. "Ahh but she is pretty, you did very good my dearest wife with our darling daughter, raising her to adulthood." Ellie hears the ghostly voice of her father say, before he adds, "I especially like the way her adorable little white strapless bra, seems to be having such a hard time containing those big beautiful dark tits of hers." "And the shoes master, what of them?" "Slutty as hell, as is her makeup. Well it suits her well as she, despite the sweet innocent act, truly has the heart of a wicked little whore." Ellie can't believe the words coming out of her daddy's mouth, but instead of protesting, remembering her mother's hard slap earlier, she keeps her mouth shut. "So are we ready to play master?" "Very much so. I just can't wait to get my hands on my sweetest Ellie. To touch her, to hold her, to play with her." Her daddy's voice changes, now full of heartfelt soft emotion, just as she remembered from her childhood, but the words they speak are anything but sweet, "Ellie sweetheart ...Would you mind very much if your daddy plays with your pussy." "And your mommy too," Missy says quietly in her ear. "Of...of c-course not...Mommy and Daddy can play with my pussy all they want. I won't mind." Ellie says deciding quickly trapped between these two powerful beings what choice does she really have? "Of course you wouldn't sweetheart, considering how you are standing there looking like a cheap little slut showing off for us, I think you are rather looking forward to the attention we are about to pay you." Missy says her soft voice in contrast to the wicked words she is speaking. Ellie watches as two ghostly hands reach out towards her body. Thin wisps of light gray vapor slip and slither all over her bare tummy, raising goosebumps and making her shiver as they slowly rise towards her now majestically large breasts before stopping just short. "I am Mommy. I want more of your kisses like earlier." Ellie says sweetly to Missy somehow sensing she is the one really in control, despite the fact she refers to her daddy as 'master'. Missy warm lips and tongue press against Ellie's mouth as she turns her face to accept her step-mothers wicked and passionate kisses. But the kisses do not last nearly as long as Ellie would have hoped as Missy pulls away from her, leaving Ellie wanting more. "Now, from the way the little tart gobbled up her mommy's kisses, I am sure she is ready for the fire and ice treatment master." Missy says ignoring Ellie's questioning look as to why she stopping kissing her. "Yes she is." the ghostly spirit of her daddy answers, forbidden passion tinging his voice. "Let us tease the little whore just as she teased us." Ellie trembles from fear, or is it excitement, as she sees once again the smoky tendrils of her daddy's hands slowly, ever so slowly, inching towards her. The fact he called her a whore, instead of making her mad, only causes a deep longing to begin to build in the pit of her stomach. A deep longing to experience what a whore experiences every day. "Tell me one thing before your daddy begins to ...touch his girl..." Missy whispers in her ear as she begins to knead her bare shoulders softly with her warm hands. "What is that Mommy?" "Why do you fear him so? He is your daddy after all, is he not?" "Y-yes but he is dead." "Hmm yes he is, but that fact should bring you sweet satisfaction." "Why is that?" "Simple. Life is so beautiful that Death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. You are that life and your daddy, of course, Death sweetheart." This ghastly riddle of sorts, whispered by her wicked stepmother so softly and sweetly in her ear, is just about the last thing Ellie remembers before her world is sent spinning into a vortex of forbidden passion with her wicked witch of a stepmother behind her, and the ghostly apparition that is her daddy in front of her. The vortex starts slow, spinning its way softly, delicately, but ever more forward towards its ultimate goal which lays between the hapless young virgin's thighs. She watches as her daddy's light misty hands, with their long opaque fingers, slither all over her bare well-toned tummy causing goosebumps to break out all over her body. Ellie shivers, looking down and seeing one long tendril twist its way into her sensitive belly button, tickling it softly, coldly, making her tremble with ticklish delight. She closes her eyes, leaning her head back against Missy, who begins to attack her neck with a series of bits and nibbles from her warm mouth. Meanwhile, Missy's hands are slipping off of Ellie's shoulders, and down her bare arms, causing her skin to crawl with a tingling sensation of warmth. She understands now why one of them, she can't remember which, as clear thoughts are becoming more and more difficult, said something about giving her the "fire and ice" treatment. Both sets of hands, one filled with solid warmth, one light and airy and filled with undeniable coldness, slip down off of her waist. The father's hands start to stroke his young daughter's thighs, which instinctively begin to close. No sooner does Ellie close her thighs as she squirms against the coldness of those bone-chilling hands, than does Missy's spring into action. She brings her hands around to the front of Ellie thighs and literally tears them apart, almost yanking her off her feet, before she plunges down onto her neck with such violence and passion, kissing it viciously while hissing at her to "Keep her fucking thighs spread wide." Ellie reels from the attack, but does as her step mother wants, and spreads her legs further apart. She is quickly being rewarded by a softer series of kisses, licks and nibbles upon her neck by Missy. Ellie sighs feeling the tendrils slipping all over her inner thighs, their coldness, no longer unpleasant, but instead exhilarating, combined with the warmth of Missy's kisses, is sending her deeper into some sort of forbidden world of pleasure. Ellie finds herself turning her face upwards towards her step mother, wanting more kisses by that wicked, warm mouth of hers. She does not wait long as Missy soon is plunging her expert tongue deep into her daughter's mouth. Ellie feels Missy's hands, which has been kneading her firm ass, the thong she is wearing, providing little or no protection against her roving hands, now slip around to the front of her. Missy slides her hand carefully inside Ellie's panties as she brings her mouth to her ear, whispering a deep dark confession, "I have been dreaming about this from the first day I laid eyes on that young teenage body of yours Ellie. Please tell me now that you are no longer so young, but an adult and can make you own decisions...really is ok if I can play with your pussy sweetheart, while daddy watches. Don't worry Mommy has used her secret powers to make her finger all nice and wet...all lubed up that is so it will slide easier up into that tight little virgin cunt of yours." Ellie shivers, not knowing what to say as now her daddy's voice speaks to her. "See honey, how your Mother doesn't want to hurt you. How thoughtful she is to make her finger that is about to split you all nice and wet." Her father's voice is soft and sweet like she remembers it when he used to tell her bedtime stories when she was five years old. Ellie takes one quick peek at where the voice is coming from and sees it's from the slowly swirling mass of mist that represents her daddy's face. Unable to match up that voice with the misty face, she instead closes her eyes and lays her head back against her step-mother's shoulder, just as she feels one of Missy long elegant fingers inching ever closer inside her panties, down to her previously untouched innocent little pussy. Instead of being scared, desire, such as she has never felt before, fills her young heart. The words come bursting forth from Ellie's lips. "Oh yes mommy play with my pussy please... I want you to so very badly." Ellie lets out a sharp gasp as she finally feels her step mother's wicked middle finger slide up and into her tight little pussy. There is a sharpness of pain, albeit briefly, before the simple pleasure of having her mother's middle finger slowly, carefully working its way up inside of her takes over. Ellie spreads her legs wider allowing Missy total access as their mouths come together and they start kissing like mad long lost lovers. Meanwhile, she feels the icy coldness of her daddy's ghostly fingers slipping around to the back of her panties. The skimpy thong provides precious little defense against his fingers as it feels like her butt is being stroking softly with icicles. The abrupt coldness on her butt causes her to arch her hips forward, as she struggles against the white sash that binds her wrists behind her back, wanting to escape the icy coldness that is assaulting her ass. But of course the sash holds tight, and all Ellie's squirming attempts at escape get her, is more pain and pleasure as when she thrusts her hips forward, it forces Missy's solitary finger deeper into her tight little cunt. The pain is acute as is the pleasure. Missy uses her other hand to twist Ellie's face towards her. Ellie looks at her step mother with half lidded eyes, as she moans deeper from the warmth of her mother's hot finger shoved up her tight pussy, while her daddy's cold fingers continue to caress her ass. Missy's voice is soft and soothing as she whispers to her, "Kiss mommy deeply and you will feel her warmth spread throughout your body sweetheart, providing some measure of protection against your daddy's cold hands all over that sweet black ass of yours." Ellie has one solitary thought that causes her blood pressure to spike as Missy's fingers finds her clit and begins to stroke it, "What will provide protection from you mother and that wicked finger up my..."Her thought is cut off as Missy presses her lips firmly against her daughters, while punching her hot tongue deep inside her mouth and swirling it all around. The promised warmth envelops Ellie. Ellie responds to her mother's finger being worked carefully in and out of her gash by responding to her kiss with reckless abandon. She pushes her tongue deep into Missy's mouth and does what her mother showed her, swirling it all around. Missy smiles inwardly as Ellie is starting to warm up to her wicked intentions. The poor girl is starting to rock her hips forward timing it with each wicked stroke of Missy's soft finger rotating on her virgin clit. The feeling is nothing short of exquisite for Ellie having her mother's finger rammed deep up inside of her, while Missy's kisses fall from her daughter's mouth and finds the most vulnerable and most sensitive part of her neck. She attacks it will a growing frenzy, biting, licking, kissing, as Ellie squirms in her arms. Witches are highly attuned to the vulnerabilities of their prey so Missy instinctively knows just where to nibble on Ellie's neck, and just how to flicker her finger across her clit, in order to turn the young lady into mush in her arms. This, along with the additional help of her daddy's ghostly hands slithering all over her back side, is sending Ellie closer and closer to the edge of her first climax. But then, much to Ellie's extreme consternation, before she can quite get there, Missy pulls her finger out of Ellie's tight pussy, while pulling her mouth away from hers whispering "I think it's time Daddy had his turn at exploring that nice tight little pussy of yours." Ellie looks at her daddy and sees his red eyes blazing brighter than ever, against the ghostly shadow of his dark smoky face. The only features, that really stand out on his shadowy face, besides of course those luminous red eyes, are a pair of flaring nostrils, and a darker area just below in the shape of a mouth. Small tremors of excitement run up and down Ellie's spine as she hears what her most wicked step mother has just suggested to her daddy. The tremors become much more acute when she sees the ghostly outline of her daddy's hand, with their long thin wisps of fingers, floating just above the front of her pretty white lace thong. The hand seems to be hovering- waiting for something. Ellie soon finds what it is waiting for—an opening as Missy carefully slips one of her long sharp fingernails under the waistband of Ellie's thong, carefully pulling it away from her body. Ellie watches with utter amazement as her daddy's smoky hand suddenly darts forward and then disappears down inside her panties, using the opening Missy has created by pulling Ellie's panties away from her skin. Ellie's pussy is immediately set upon with an icy, frozen coldness, feeling like it is being stroked or petted maybe by several icicles all at once. A coldness that is both exquisite and teasing all at once, not to mention, pleasurable and numbing. Missy lets out a small laugh as she lets go of Ellie's panty and it snaps back into place, trapping her daddy's coldness against the sweet warmness of her sex. Ellie looks down, gasping as she sees what appears to be the outline of a hand trapped inside her panties. The hand is being pressed tightly against her by Missy's hand, which has slipped over it, as she whispers in her ear, "You don't mind if your father playing with that sweet little pussy of yours do you?" "No Mother but it's so cold." Ellie says as she feels a cold tingling all over her young pussy which is so maddeningly sweet and delicious that she is beginning to squirm in her mother's arms, not from the coldness though, but from sheer forbidden pleasure. "Don't worry baby, I will warm you up in a short minute as soon as your daddy's restless hands move elsewhere. He is just in a mood to tease a bit now anyways." Just as Missy promised, the icy assault on Ellie's vagina doesn't last long as she sees the mist slipping out from under her panties, and trailing first down her thighs and then back up her arms, leaving a path of coldness in its wake. No sooner is her daddy's "hand" out of her panties, then Missy slips one hand back down inside of Ellie's panties. She uses the flat palm of her hand to rub up and down, and all around Ellie's tight gash. Ellie leans back against her mother, closing her eyes, feeling the warmth spread over her cold little pussy. She lets out a long sigh loving the way her step mother's warmth seems to totally envelop her pussy. The Wicked Stepmother Act 02 Now the icy cold mist of her daddy's hands is stroking up and down her bare arms, and then over to her bare tummy, slithering this way and that, raising goosebumps wherever it goes. Missy's hand has slipped out of her daughter's panties, and joining her other hand, is moving slowly upwards. The utter warmth of Missy's hands is in extreme contrast to the coldness of the other unreal hands of her daddy's. Missy brings her mouth back to Ellie's and they start kissing once more just as both her mommy's and daddy's hands are hovering mere inches away from the soft rise of Ellie's young breasts, protected only by her skimpy little strapless bra. As Missy's looks down she sees the first wisps of her daddy's misty hands slip down the front and under the protective covering of her bra. The coldness on her tits is acute as Ellie's ultra-sensitive nipples immediately stiffen from the chilliness. "You know Ellie he has been dreaming of playing with those little nice little tits of yours for so long, and now it's finally almost here. I bet even more so now does he want to fondle them since I have made them so God-damn big and juicy just for him. I don't think I have ever seen his eyes burn so brightly with such desire, but it's too soon." Missy says forcefully pulling Ellie backward. Being yanked backward causes Ellie's eyes to fly open and she sees Missy is correct, as her daddy's eyes in the wavering, unsettled face of mist burn a bright, bright red as the vaporous hands slip out from under her bra and reattach themselves to his body. "I agree. Give the little bitch some more wine before we begin our assault on those luscious tits of hers." The misty form of her daddy announces with quiet satisfaction. Much to her surprise, for some reason Ellie, as she greedily drinks down the wine offered by Missy, does not mind her daddy calling her a "little bitch" anymore, but instead finds being referred to in such a cheap way to be rather exciting. No sooner does Ellie finish gulping down a full glass of the wine, then she sees the smoky tendrils of her daddy's hand stealthily approaching her chest. Missy brings her hands into the action now, as she too begins a soft attack upon her step-daughter's body. She starts by kneading her shoulders softly before letting her hands slip off and down the front of her chest. Ellie's sighs as she feels one set of hands, her mommy's, sweet and warm, slipping down towards her tits from her shoulders, while the other set of hands, her daddy's cold and...almost calculating it seems, slowly rising across the flat plain of her well-toned tummy. Ellie is scared and excited all at the same time. Like some kind of mad dream she simply can't believe this is happening; that she is about to be felt up by her mommy and daddy, with her hands helplessly tied behind her back. The whole thing seems so surreal and unbelievable. But as both hands finally converge on her tits the experience turns very real as Ellie feels her mom and dad's hands, touching, stroking, feeling, fingering, and most especially, fondling those young virgin tits of hers through the soft delicate lace of her beautiful strapless bra. Ellie has, of course, despite being 20 years old, has never had her tits felt up before, so the feeling of having them fondled is a most alien one to her. An alien one she is beginning to enjoy more and more, especially Missy's warm gentle hands softly kneading her tits through her bra. Even through the bra she can feel how warm her mom's hands are; how they stand out in direct contrast to her daddy's icy cold fingers, which seems to be concentrating their efforts on stroking her bare skin, with its thin wispy fingers, just above her bra. Ellie, stares at her daddy deep fiery eyes, trying to connect those eyes to the soft innocent eyes she remembers from her childhood. It's a hopeless task as she sees no innocence in those eyes whatsoever. Finally, tearing her eyes from staring at the two fiery points of red, she sees something that causes sparks of wonder in her innocent heart. Breaking away from the body of the incarnate spirit form that is her daddy, Ellie sees a pair of misty strands of vapor escape from his body reaching out towards her chest, before slipping behind to her back. Missy at the same time brings both of her hands up to Ellie's face, turning it towards her own, saying softly, "Shut your eyes sweetheart the best is yet to come." Ellie reluctantly obeys her mother, shutting her eyes, despite wanting desperately to keep them open. She is simply wants to be able to keep an eye on what that damnable ghostly spirit that hovers directly in front of her shall do next. She is afraid indeed, but yet, somehow thrilled, all at the same time as to this little ghostly adventure of hers. It's Missy's smooth, hypnotizing voice that causes her to relax and close her eyes. She wonders about this, maybe if Missy has placed some sort of spell over her, just as she feels Missy's lips softly kissing hers, while also feeling a pair of icy cold fingers tracing small circles around the middle of her back, just above and below her bra strap. Ellie can feel both of her mommy's hands on either side of her face holding it gently as she kisses her so soft and sweet over and over again, so she knows that the fingers now fumbling with the clasp of her bra, trying to undo it, can't be Missy's, but instead must be her father's. This somehow thrills her beyond all else, as she can clearly picture in her mind, the wispy tendrils wrapping themselves around the clasp of her bra, trying to unhook it. A rush of excitement fills her young heart as she, despite knowing the implications if those wispy tendrils succeed in their task, hopes secretly to feel the clasp of her bra being slowly unhooked. And then within a few short seconds of that forbidden thought popping into her head, it happens- she feels her bra becoming undone. Missy breaks off her kiss, letting Ellie's face escape so she can witness her sexy little strapless bra slowly being released from her body. It slips down off her prodigious tits and floats to the carpet at her feet. Missy stares down at her young daughter tits and lets out a gasp at what she sees. Ellie's fully erect nipples appear to be as thick, and as hard as pencil erasers. Rather large pencil erasers that is. "Jesus master, would you look at the size of your daughter's nipples- they are so...delicious looking." While the areolas themselves are not particularly large in circumference, its Ellie's very thick, fully erect nipples, nearly an inch or so long, that steal the show. Her daughter's nipples, sitting atop her huge tits, jutting out so proudly, like a pair of dark crown jewels atop a pile of shiny black diamonds, cause Missy to lick her lips in wicked anticipation. What happens next is like a dream, as Ellie sees two large misty blobs break off from her daddy's spirit body, and make a bee line, one towards each of her naked breasts. The swirling misty blobs envelope her chest completely; swirling round her tits in a swirling wicked vortex. Ellie lets out a small gasp as it feels like her big tits are being showered with dozens of small light kisses. Kisses given so sweetly by dozens of small eager lips under that gray mist. The mist, of course, is cold making her delicious nipples protrude for all their worth, not only from the soft kisses, but from the chill of the mist. Ellie closes her eyes, pushing her body back against her mother's warmth, while thrusting her chest forward wanting more of the mist's eager little kisses. Missy looks down and over her daughter shoulders, staring at her large breasts, with keen anticipation, watching the swirling mass of the mist finally break up into two long thin wisps. "Open your eyes Ellie and watch your daddy play," Missy whispers in her ear. Ellie opens her eyes to see the two long strands of gray mist curl themselves gently around her fully erect nipples, caressing them with a sweet coldness that causes her heart to race with excitement. The feeling this causes, her nipples being stroked by the wisps as they curl about her inch long nipples, is so maddeningly exquisite as to defy description. It's a lethal combination of both pain and pleasure the likes of which Ellie has never experienced before in her 20 years. She is starting to worry as the coldness that surrounds her poor nipples is getting quite acute. The pain is starting to suppress the pleasure in leaps and bounds. Then she watches in stark utter amazement as a thin layer of white frost begins to form over her dark nipples. She is starting to worry about frost bite, knowing how painful it can be, wondering if that is some sort of wicked punishment her daddy has in store for her. Could her daddy really intentionally be that mean to her? Her poor tits feel like two blocks of ice as other thicker strands of vapor break off from his body, and begin to wrap themselves around the lower parts of her tits. She is barely holding back the tears when she looks down, and sees the two thin wisps of mist that originally were attacking her nipples have disappeared. She can scarcely believe what else she sees as the entirety of her tits are now covered in a light mist, all except her large distended nipples, which, much like a pair of majestic mountain peaks might poke through a thin layering of low lying clouds, poke up through the layering of misty gray vapor that covers her breasts. "Let's see just how much cold the little bitch's nipples can take shall we Master," Ellie hears her step mother say, her voice devoid of the usual warmth she had been displaying to her as of late. "Yes lets..."comes her father's voice as she sees the mist man's face sinking lower drawing nearer to her tits. She tries to squirm away but Missy hisses harshly in her ear, "Relax, be still or I shall lift my spell of protection." She then drops her voice where it has that soothing quietness to it that comforts Ellie so and adds, "You wouldn't want those beautiful big tits of yours getting the painful frostbite now would you Ellie," she says stroking the side of her face gently with one finger. "No mommy," Ellie says relaxing in her arms, as she at least knows that despite how much cold her daddy heaps upon her tits she won't get frostbite. Well, that is as long as Missy protects her. She is beginning to view her evil step-mother as somewhat of a protector of sorts over her, which is exactly the way Missy has planned things to work out all along. Unknown to Ellie, it is the wicked stepmother who is actually in control of things, not the ghostly apparition type thing that is her father. The whole thing of Missy calling her daddy master, and appearing to be so obedient to him is merely a ploy to trick Ellie. The wide gaping blackness that represents her daddy's mouth in the unformed face is now a mere foot or so away from Ellie's protruding nipples. Ellie watches, her eyes as big as a deer's caught in headlights, as two small ringlets of mist escape from his mouth as the apparition laughs quietly; it's a laugh full of ill intent Ellie imagines as she watches the ringlets approach her nipples and then surround them. They start to move slowly up and down, causing Ellie to gasp from the absolute coldness of them as they begin to tighten around her inch long nipples. Like all things this night the pain of the coldness is accompanied by an underlying layer of undeniable pleasure. Ellie squirms mightily in her step- mother's arms, as Missy holds her tight, her warm hands wrapped around her mid-section. She begins to whisper in her ear, "You have very sensitive nipples I imagine huh Ellie girl." "Yes Mom...t-they are...Jesus that feels...so...s-so c-cold... "Hmm I imagine so...but good also hmm. Admit it ..." "Y-yes." Ellis is shivering uncontrollably now as the ringlets are swirling around her nipples in tighter and tighter circles causing Ellie the most intense feelings of mixed pain and pleasure she has ever known in her young life. Ellie closes her eyes, leans her head against her mother's shoulder, as disjointed thoughts swirl in her head much like the mist swirling around her nipples. She wants more; no she wants it to stop. Her feelings are fragmented and incoherent, as well as being at odds with each other. "Just a bit longer honey we are almost there..." Missy whispers in her ear. "P-please M-Mommy I...I c-can't take any...more," Ellie cries out as tears begin to spill out of her eyes. Her legs are growing weak and she is on the verge of collapsing when Missy says quietly, "I think that is enough Master, the poor girl can't take any more." "Sure she can," comes the response from her daddy, his voice deep and without feeling. The swirling mist, if anything, around her nipples intensifies as does the coldness. Ellie knees are beginning to buckle when she hears Missy say loudly, "I said enough!!" Ellie opens her eyes just in time to see her step-mother wave one hand in the air, while saying something in Old Latin, and suddenly with a loud popping noise the mist is gone entirely; not just the ringlets surrounding her nipples, not just the light covering of mist that enveloped her tits, but her daddy's whole entire misty body disappears. Missy and Ellie are alone in the living room now. Somehow Ellie knows this even as she whispers, her voice shivering, "Where is Daddy?" "I sent him away...for now honey. Come let's get you over to the couch, so you can sit and rest." As Missy helps her across the room to the couch Ellie glances down at her poor aching breasts and her breath catches in her throat. Large ice crystals have formed over her nipples, while the rest of her breasts seem to be covered in a light layer of frost. Missy gently sits her daughter down on the edge of the couch, letting her rest for a minute, while she settle down next to her. Missy eyes Ellie's big beautiful black tits, with it icy layer of frost covering them, in addition to the large ice crystals that have formed over those luscious nipples. Her heart breaks knowing, despite her protection spell, that poor little Ellie is still suffering mightily from the coldness wrapped around her tits. She reaches up with one finger and strokes the side of Ellie's face, before gently brushing away a tear that is trickling its way down her pretty face. "I-I'm so...so cold M-mommy," Ellie says not actually trying to sound pitiful for once to garner her mommy's attention, but instead really is feeling quite pitiful with no additional acting necessary. "Oh baby, sweetheart do you want Mommy to warm those big beautiful boobs of yours up." "Yes please Mommy, warm them up pretty please," Ellie says batting her thick long eyelashes at her. "Ok, let's see what Mommy can do for you." Missy says moving around so she is sitting behind her on the coach. She snuggles her face down next to Ellie's ear so she can whisper sweet nothings to her as she begins the long, slow, and most delightful warming process. Ellie feels her stepmother, wrap her hands around her stomach and slowly begin to glide her hands upwards, before finally gently cupping her large tits, one in each of her warm hands. No sooner does Missy have her stepdaughter's tits in her hands, then she quickly pulls them away, as the sheer coldness of them catches her off guard. She quickly chants softly, again using her Old Latin, to project a warming spell onto her hands as Ellie, scared as to why her step-mother pulled her hands back, asks quietly, "What is wrong you don't like the way my boobies feel?" "No, no baby that is not it at all. Have patience, I just have to project all the heat my body produces into my hands as your poor little tits are just that cold. Can't you see the light covering of frost upon them?" "Yes," Ellie says looking down as the frost, a pure white, stands out in direct contrast to the darker color underneath. "But please hurry." "I like that honey..." Missy says pushing her mouth to Ellie's ear, "Is just so anxious to have Mommy begin to play with her big black tits. Just be patient dear as I can feel the heat growing in my hands as we speak." "Mother can I ask you a question seriously." There has been something on Ellie's mind, and it's been growing all night. Finally, she decides it's time to ask. "Sure baby we have a quick minute to kill before we start the warming process." "Do...do you mind that your baby girl is black. I mean does that make me like...I don't know, less attractive than if you had a white girl to baby and play with?" "Ellie why would you say something like that?" "I don't know maybe just the way you have mentioned my race a few times tonight. Like maybe my being black is a disappointment to you." Missy turns Ellie's face towards her with one finger whispering, "Now listen to me close hon. I simply adore you, just the way you are and I very much think black is beautiful. Just to ease your mind from now on listen close and you will notice how every time I say something about, ahh just for example, those gorgeous tits of yours being black I will also use the word beautiful. Black and beautiful are two words that apply to you most assuredly sweetie." "Really so you would not trade me in for some stupid pretty white daughter if you could." "I would not trade you in for anything Ellie. Don't you realize that by now?" "Y-you wouldn't?" Ellie says as their lips move closer together. "Here let me show you." They begin a long slow kiss, unhurriedly and full of nothing, but gentle love. Instead of shoving her tongue into Ellie's mouth like before, all full of reckless passion, Missy this time goes slow, only flicking her tongue slowly in and out of her stepdaughter's mouth. Ellie responds to the gentle love her step-mommy is showing her by doing the same. Finally, Missy pulls away, staring at Ellie deep in the eyes as she says softly, "Now it's time for mommy to show her little girl how much she really adores those big, beautiful black boobs of hers by warming them up so gently." Missy makes sure she puts extra emphasis on the words black and beautiful in order to help reassure Ellie. Ellie lets out a long, gentle sigh as she feels the warmth of her mother's hands as she once again cups her boobs in her hands. This time Missy's extra warm hands do not pull away from her stepdaughter's lovely tits, but instead she bounces them up and down in her hands a bit, as she secretly admires what a lovely job her little magic spell did on her boobs making them so much bigger. Unlike with a man-made boob job, Missy's wicked little spell produces 100 percent real breasts. Such is the magic of this incredibly horny witch. Missy begins to slowly fondle her breasts, squeezing her young stepdaughter's breasts with ever increasingly passion. Ellie looks down and sees the frost being burned away by Missy warm and loving hands. Loving too is the words Missy begins to utter quietly in Ellie's ear, "Your mother's hands are so warm huh on your beautiful black tits. See baby, how I keep using the words beautiful and black together, just to reassure you sweetie that I would never trade you in for any stupid little white girl." And then to add emphasize to what she says, she turns Ellie's face towards her and gives her another long, slow loving kiss, as her hands are really going to work on her tits. Ellie is the one to break off the kiss this time as she feels compelled to tell her something. "All this time I thought you hated me coz I was black, plus the way you called me a bitch several times tonight, a whore, a tramp, I just was thinking how much you really despise me." "You were right." Missy says pulling her hands away. "I was despising you..." The Wicked Stepmother Act 02 Ellie says looking shocked and deeply hurt, "Mommy I thought..." "Shh baby," Missy quickly cuts her off, "Let me finish. I hated you because you were so very young sweet and adorable, and as you got older and finally reached full maturity, your cuteness changed to beauty, your adorableness changed to sexiness and I found myself deeply, deeply attracted to you." Now Missy decides to play her trump card. She waves one hand in the air, saying something in Latin, which causes the ties that bind Ellie's wrists together to fall off. Missy turns slightly away, before she says softly, with tears in her eyes, "And I thought there was no way this beautiful young black girl could ever in a million years by attracted to this old white lady. And that hurt me deeply and I lashed out at you for it, including tonight. And then tonight all of those bad names, and the harsh way I treated you was a show for your daddy. It's not my true feelings." "Now that I have untied you and unburdened my heart you are free to go. Go to bed sleep tight as I will cast a protection spell to first warm you up completely and second protecting you from him." "Mother, I'm not going anywhere..." Ellie says, not believing she really could be free after all that has happened on this fateful night. She senses something is passing between them, something very real, and she must not hold back, if she wants to know if what is happening between them is for real or somehow just wishful thinking on her part. Moreover, she is not ready to be alone, not after the power of the malevolent presence of her daddy made itself known to her. Somehow she thinks her stepmother saying she will protect her is maybe all a trick. She cannot risk otherwise. But in her heart Ellie's realizes it is more than just simple protection she seeks, its...love and comfort, from her mommy for Ellie, in this one night, has fallen completely and utterly in love with her stepmother. Ellie touches Missy softly on the shoulder to get her attention. "I had the same exact feeling but opposite as I was secretly attracted to you also and thought..." She pauses now and pulling a trick out of Missy's book, reaches up and using one finger turns her mother's pretty face towards her, adding, "There was no way someone as beautiful as you with such a gorgeous body could ever be attracted to some stupid black girl." The girl's hands now find each other, squeezing tight, as they come together in a soft embrace. They begin their most passionate kiss yet, this time not only full of the forbidden longing they feel for one another, but the deep intense love. Tongues snakes in and out of each other's mouths as Missy slowly pushes Ellie back onto the couch. Missy looks down at her lovely, beautiful step daughter and love fills her heart. Her eyes travel downward to those big beautiful tits of hers, the light covering of frost now has returned since she took her hands away, and says softly, "Ellie sweetheart the frost has returned. I must..." Missy pauses savoring in her mind, what she is about to do, "Begin the warming process in earnest" "But before you do I have a favor to ask," Ellie says looking up at her mommy using her sweetest, softest, and most innocent voice, feeling if she does so Missy will be more inclined to say yes. "What is it sweetheart?" "I guess I just want to prove to you, how much I trust you. Could you bind my wrists again behind my back again as I want to give myself to you completely?" "Yes we could do that, and that surely is a sign of trust in your wicked stepmother that shall not go unrewarded sweetie." "Oh mommy you are not so wicked." Ellie says raising up and tucking her hands behind her back, watching in amazement as Missy seems to conjure up a soft satin tie from midair. Missy quickly wraps it around her daughter's wrists as she saying softly in her ear, "Before the night is through sweetie you may have a chance to change your mind about that." "About what?" Ellie says as Missy pushes her back down against the couch. "About me not being so wicked. Now are we ready to finally warm those gorgeous tits of yours up baby girl." "Yes," Ellie sees as heart begins to speed up, feeling the raw anticipation of what is about to happen between them. Missy, who had been staring at her step-daughters lovely young naked tits for some time now, reaches down and slowly begins to massage them as she whispers to Ellie, "Mommy has projected the whole warmth of my body into her hands. This should do the trick in warming up those wonderful tits of your honey." Ellie feels Missy's absurdly warm hands begin their slow, careful massage of hers tits, she sighs and closes her eyes loving the way her hands feel all over her tits. "My daughter likes that huh, Mommy playing with her big tits." "Yes." Ellie whispers as she feels Missy begin to knead her tits with increasing hunger. Missy spends the next several minutes circling her hands all over Ellie's tits, melting the light covering of frost, ignoring quite on purpose the large ice crystals that have encrusted Ellie's deliciously big nipples. Finally, poor Ellie cannot take it anymore as she cries out to her mommy in her best whiny and demanding little girl voice, "Mommy stop ignoring my nipples. They are so cold, please please warm them up for me." "Oh I just love to hear you beg sweetheart. Ok I will do the right thing as any loving and protective mother would do and warm up those delicious nipples of yours." Missy carefully brings the palms of her hands to the very top of Ellie large conical breasts and begins to squeeze lightly. She can actually hear the large ice crystals snapping as the warmth of her hands covers them. She then begins to flick her fingers over both nipples again and again, having fun watching Ellie squirm from the gentle assault on her frozen nipples. "You have very sensitive nipples huh?" "Yes Mom, very sensitive." "But..." Missy begins as the looks at Ellie's tits thoughtfully, "I am afraid my hands will not be enough to melt those large ice crystals that have trapped your poor little nipples in their icy prison. If you notice..." Missy says pulling her hands off of the nipples which she had been gently rolling between her thumb and forefinger making Ellie squirm. "See how once I pull my hands away the ice crystals quickly reform." "Yes mommy, what can you do. They are so cold. Can't you warm them up, I mean permanently somehow?" "I think there may be only one way to do that." Missy says helping Ellie to her feet. Missy asks Ellie to stand directly in front of her. Ellie, in her six inch heels, is in nearly perfect position, with her large tits positioned directly in front of Missy, who moves to the very edge of the couch. Missy looks up at Ellie saying tenderly, "I think Mommy will need to use her mouth to warm those big and most beautiful black tits of your up baby girl. Do you mind?" "N-no Mommy." Ellie says her voice trembling with coldness, but maybe more so from absolute sheer anticipation of having Missy's mouth on her tits. Missy decides to draw the scene out just a bit, as she wants to hear her beautiful little step daughter beg, so she starts out by leaning forward and blowing her hot breath directly onto first one nipple and then the other. The ice crystals crack as Missy's warm breathe hits them, but then just as quickly reform, causing Ellie to squirm like mad against the ties that bind her. What the poor stepdaughter wants more than anything is to feel her evil step mother begin to suck on her poor tits like there is no tomorrow, but Missy is in no mood to please her, not just yet anyway, so she blows her hot breathe slowly onto her stepdaughter's ice encrusted nipples a second and third time, before she finally gets the desired result she has been hoping for all along. "Mommy stop teasing me and suck on them please." Ellie suddenly cries out, while trying in vain to shove her tits into her mother's face. "Are you sure that is what you want baby girl for mommy to suck on those big, beautiful black tits of yours." Missy asks in a teasing voice, again emphasizing the words beautiful and black. "Yes please, Mother suck on them, warm them up for me. Pretty please." Missy, her heart filled with hot passion from her young daughter's pleas to suck on her tits, slowly snakes out her tongue towards one of Ellie's nipples, licking the ice crystal softly away with several long and slow flicks of her wicked hot tongue. Ellie lets out a long gentle sigh as she feels Missy's lips then close around her aching nipple and begin to suck it deeper into her warm mouth. Missy spends close to a full minute flicking her tongue back and forth over Ellie's nipples, sucking on it softer and then harder, making Ellie squirm like a school girl, before she gives the same treatment to her other nipple. Finally, Missy pulls back and seeing the ice crystals are gone, and not returning, smiles at her step daughter and says, "Better." "Yes but...they are still a bit cold. Could you...suck on them some more. I mean you do like them right?" Missy gives her daughter a most mischievous smile before she darts her mouth forward saying, "Let me show you how much Mommy does like them honey." Missy starts to suck, kiss, and lick on Ellie's tits with reckless abandon now. Her mouth flies back and forth as her hands work on kneading Ellie firm little behind. Caught up in this vortex of forbidden passion, Ellie thrusts her chest forward, trying as reckless lust fills her heart, to get more of her big tits inside of her evil step mother's mouth. Missy responds by giving each of her big tits such a through sucking on that it nearly takes both of their breaths away. As Missy is sucking and kissing her step daughter tits with such fervid passion, Ellie feels something that causes her young heart to leap with excitement. Missy has carefully hooked one finger on either side of Ellie's panties, and is slowly, carefully pulling them down. First, Ellie feels them slide off her hips, and then past her thighs, before gently landing on the floor. She then feels herself being lifted up off her feet and being carried over to the large rug in front of the fireplace which, with a simple word or two of Old Latin, Missy has caused to once more roar to life, just as the rest of the room is plunged into total darkness. Once they reach the rug, Ellie heart leaps into her throat as she hears Missy say to a dark figure hiding in the corner, "Master the little bitch is ready for you now." "Good, very good," comes the menacing voice of her father. Ellie is too shocked to speak as she sees that ghostly apparition floating across the room towards her once more. Its eyes are blazing red, while its face, barely recognizable as her daddy's, is distorted with an evil grin. Remembering the extreme coldness she was treated to before by this, "thing", Ellie panics. She somehow manages to squirm her way out of Missy's arms and hits the floor running. Or trying to run is more like it, as her six inch slutty high heels were not exactly made for running. She doesn't get more than two feet when she trips and tumbles to the ground in a heap. "Oh look at the cute little rabbit trying to again escape master." Missy says laughing as she stands over her daughter. "You know what we must do to prevent any further silly attempts at escape," her father's voice says causing a chill to come over Ellie. No sooner does he say this then Ellie sees four small balls of fire, thrown by the menacing image of her daddy, fly through the air past her, dip down and explode, almost all at once on the four corners of the large, white squared shaped rug that sits in front of the fireplace. In the flickering light of the fire, Ellie sees the fireballs have appeared to turn the four corners of the carpet a thick metallic black color where they have exploded. Ellie tries to turn and run once again as she quickly jumps to her feet, hoping to escape, but Missy quickly snatches her by the arm. Ellie tries to struggle, tries to fight back, but Missy is too strong, Ellie too weak; her head feels all dizzy and fuzzy from the sheer impossibility of the events that are taking place, and maybe from the potion Missy forced her to drink earlier. Missy drags Ellie over to the white carpet and pushes her face down onto it. As Ellie falls, she catches a glimpse out of the corner of her eye what the reality is of those four dark patches on the white rug where the fire balls struck. She sees that the closest of the black spots, the one just above and to the right of her, is not a black spot at all, but instead it's a pure black gleaming piece of iron. Not just any ordinary piece of iron though, but an iron shackle, embedded into the flooring. Ellie lets out a loud scream as Missy forces the cold shackle around her wrist. She is about to let out another scream as she whips her head around, and sees the three "black spots," positioned at the other three corners of the rug are also shackles. It hits her all of a sudden. The cold stark reality of what is happening. She sucks in her breath, intending to let out another scream, even louder than the last. But just as she is about to let loose with her scream, from the mist snakes a long tendril of smoke. It shoots straight for her face. Before she even can realize what has happened the tendril of smoke has turned into a white sash; it quickly wraps around her face covering her mouth with sweet tasting cloth. Screaming, or even talking for that matter, is no longer an option. Even if it were, the forces facing her was too huge and powerful. Capitulation was complete, a fact accomplished. She dated it from the moment she came downstairs with her step mother in the first place and had fallen under her wicked erotic spell. Ellie is on all fours with a tight shackles around both wrists and both ankles. She has very little freedom of movement. She watches as the ghostly image of her daddy floats around to the front of her, just as Missy drops to her knees right next to her. "You shall take your daddy into your mouth and make him whole again. Understand little girl?" Missy whispers to her panting young stepdaughter. Ellie nods her head, as her eyes grow wide with fright, and maybe desire if she was really honest with herself, as she eyes the long darker grey mist that hangs down between her daddy's legs. It's maybe 5 to 6 inches long. Ellie knows what the darker grey mist represents as she watches with horror Missy guiding it to her mouth. Missy carefully undoes the sash that was wrapped around Ellie's mouth just as she implores Ellie quietly to close her eyes and open her mouth. A intense feeling of de ju vu sweeps over Ellie as not so long ago her evil stepmother uttered those exact words to her just prior to stuffing one of her large breasts into her young, eager mouth. "But am I as eager now to suck on my daddy's cock as I was earlier to suck on my mommy's tits..." Ellie silently wonders to herself as the gray mist that points out like a straight column of dark mist from this thing which is now her daddy's body draws nearer. "The answer better be yes..." Missy hisses softly into her ear as if she had been reading her mind. Louder, Missy says, with venom dripping from her mouth, "Open that God damn little virgin mouth of yours you black fucking whore and suck on your daddy's fat white prick...like you have been dreaming of for so long." "Yes Mommy," Ellie murmurs as she opens her mouth and closes her eyes. She feels what best can be described as a rather large ice cold popsicle being shoved slowly and carefully into her mouth. Much to her utter delight it has not a bad taste whatsoever, but a rather pleasant taste, not unlike a popsicle. "And what do you do with a popsicle young lady hmmm?" Missy says to Ellie quietly, again reading her thoughts perfectly. "Suck on it," she thinks to herself as she begins to bob her head up and down on the light airy "thing" that represents her daddy's cock. She feels it getting harder the more she bobs up and down. She shuts her eyes tighter, resisting the urge to look as she continue to slowly suck it into her mouth. She can feel the light mist popsicle dick of her daddy's growing in hardness and clarity, unlike a real popsicle which would be melting and getting smaller. "Oh look at your little girl sucking so eagerly on your cock honey. Isn't it quite the sight?" "Yes it is. Jesus her tight little mouth feels so good." Ellie hears her daddy's voice say, and much to her surprise it's the voice she remembers from the past, not the cold unfeeling voice that she has mostly heard from him tonight. "Yeah well it's about time she had a cock in her mouth. She is 20 years old for Christ sake and her cute little virgin act was growing wearisome," Missy says while stroking her hair softly. Ellie wants to look so bad, but somehow senses Missy will tell her when to look so she continues to take the "popsicle" into her mouth and suck on it with increasing enthusiasm. Missy moves around to where she is now straddling Ellie sitting lightly on the middle of her back. She reaches down and begins to fondle her tits using both hands while at the same time leaning forward and showering her neck with kisses. Finally, watching Ellie's mouth move up and down on the now thick dark gray column of smoke that is the ghostly images of her father's cock, Missy feels it's time to give Ellie a little help. She tangles her hand in Ellie's hair and begins to force her to take more and more of the thick gray mist into her mouth with each forward thrust of her mouth, until finally Ellie feels the mist tickling the back of her throat. "Suck on it harder you black whore!!" Missy hisses at her as she begins to knead her tits harder and harder, while at the same time kissing her neck even more aggressively. Ellie does as she is told sucking as much as the gray mist into her mouth as she can take before bobbing her mouth back up, and then down again. She has lost complete control now as Missy has released her tits, and is using one hand tangled deep in her hair to move her head up and down at the speed she desires. Faster and faster Ellie is being forced to suck on the cock of this ghostly image of her father until finally she hears him let out a long moan, and then feels some warm sweet tasting substance squirt deep into her mouth. "Swallow your daddy's cum whore." Missy says to her with a wicked laugh as she stands up. Ellie feels the tight shackles around her wrist come undone as she collapses onto the soft white rug face down crying as she swallows the cum of her daddy's, if indeed that thing was her daddy. Ellie is sobbing uncontrollably now as this wild roller coaster ride of sexual delights is becoming too much for her to take. But most hurtful was the vicious insults from Missy which has hurt her feelings beyond the actual psychical hardships she is enduring. "Oh baby girl Mommy is sorry for the mean hurtful things she was saying to you..." Missy whispers to her as she falls next to her crying stepdaughter on the rug. She snuggles her into her arms as Missy allows herself to be wrapped in her stepmother's warm embrace. Soon, Ellie has stopped crying, her tears kissed away by her pretty step mother, her heart soothed by her once again kind words. "Mommy loves her baby girl so much. I do...I do...I do..." she whispers into her ear with each I do being accented with a light kiss on her ear. "Mommy I...where is Daddy?" "He is resting for the final sacrifice that you must offer him." "The..." "Shh baby no questions just trust me. He will be whole once more as you have made him such by what you just did."