1 comments/ 28132 views/ 3 favorites The Enchanter By: Darktouch The salty spring wind blew in from the ocean drenching the unnamed little cove in the northeast with its chilling mist and cold late night fog. The few moored boats creaked and moaned in protest at the building swells. I moved gently through the late night with the damp mist wrapping around me, caressing and strangely comforting. Slowly I settled myself down into the sand, cross-legged resting my hands on my knees, palms up. My breathing slowed almost of its own accord and then, stilled. I reached into the place where only my will was needed to exist, a will sharpened and honed on the brutal years of my childhood. I moved inside decisively now, grasping my power with the ease of long practice I felt it swell inside me, burning and twisting. I was ready. I had seen her the night before, working in the donut shop alone and late at night. She was short and well padded with a round ample figure and bobbed brown hair. I touched my gift lightly as I looked into her eyes and saw her quick flash of vulnerability. I smiled and took my coffee and walked to my car. I decided then that I would have her. I would share my gift with her. Slowly my thoughts drifted back to the present as returned to myself. The groundwork was laid and it was time to begin to reap the reward. I barely noticed the cold night air warmed as I was by the two-fold fire of my gift and my desire. I slid fluidly into the seat of my car and started the engine for the brief drive. I pulled up to the empty donut shop and slipped inside, the little bell tinkling its warning at my arrival. "Hey couldn't stay away eh?" Carol, as I read her nametag, laughed. "No " I smiled softly " you wicked girl you enchanted me with your coffee" " Black, no sugar, Sugar? " " I am impressed, good memory for coffee" I would soon be memorable for more than my coffee order. I sat at one of the small metal tables and watched her as she worked, stocking cups and filling creamers. Finally she seemed to have all of her prep work finished and she leaned against the counter. "God I need a cigarette" she said to no one in particular. "Well lets step out and have one" I responded, enjoying her little jump, she had forgotten I was there. It was time to help her remember. We stepped into the late-night mist and lit up. I watched her nipples crinkle up delightfully under her company issued polo shirt and the goose flesh appear on her arms. I was absolutely entranced with her lips on the cigarette and smiled to myself thinking of another thing she would soon be sucking. We made idle chit chat as I reached out with my power, just a small trickle, a teasing caress. I could see her eyes looking into mine for longer and longer periods of time, her speech slowed, and pupils began to dilate slightly. I knew that she was having trouble seeing me; I had positioned myself in front of the brightly lit window for just that reason to make her look into the light to tire her eyes. I lowered my voice slightly, forcing her to lean closer to hear. We stepped closer to each other. The poor thing was getting flustered. It was time to end her suspense. I gently placed my right hand on her left hip and slipped my right hand to the small of her back and drew her to me. She hesitated a second and then our hot mouths met. Her hands went into my hair as her lips devoured mine greedily. I could feel her breath coming in soft little gasps as I allowed energy to trickle into her and she moaned against my teeth. I began to breathe in rhythm with her inhaling her air and filling her lungs with mine. We broke apart. "God" she panted. I began to graze her neck and run my tongue along her ear taking the lobe gently in my teeth as she pulled my head more firmly to her. I whispered gently to her, soft caressing reassurances backed up by the touch of my hands and the flow of my gift. Her breath was coming in shorter gasps as we pressed to each other and her hips forced themselves against mine. Her body tensed spasmodically as she reached her release with a strangled, choked sob, she shuddered, once, then again. Afterwards she clung to me tightly, laughing. "What time do you get off?" " I just did " she smiled "But I leave here at 6, will you meet me?" "Of course" I chuckled "I am nowhere near done with you" We talked about our plans to meet firmed them up. I would pick her up in two hours when she got off at six, The time flew by as I sat in the car waiting, marshalling my power, I would need it all. The clock in my car chimed gently awakening me from my reverie. It was time to pick her up. "Hi" she smiled softly as she slid into the car " Morning, Lover" I said leaning over and kissing her lightly, allowing my hand to linger softly on her arm. " I live on Maple, just down the block" We pulled up in front of an old colonial that had been remodeled to serve as an apartment house and she led me to the second floor. "It's not much," she laughed wryly leaving the stock phrase unfinished as we walked into her kitchen. The room was scrupulously clean and pretty standard. The white electric stove in the front along side an equally non-descript refrigerator. She went to the tap and filled an older coffee maker that rested on the Formica counter and took two chipped mugs from the drain board. " I don't know why I brought you here" she started " I have never just picked up a man before" "It's ok" I smiled into her beautiful hazel eyes " Everyone needs company, now and then" I took her hand into mine and kissed her fingers softly, turning it over tenderly to nibble her palm lightly and kissed along the heel of her hand to the inner wrist. Her fingers entwined in my hair as she pulled my face to hers and we kissed, deeply. It was the kind of kiss I wanted to hold onto forever and when we broke apart I felt a hot surge of disappointment run through me. "Um look " she said, clearly flustered " I just got off work and I really need to shower. Will you stay?" "Of course" I had no intention of leaving yet. She moved away off to the left towards the bathroom and within moments I heard the water come on. I sat there drinking the coffee she had made, listening for the water to stop. After an eternity it did and she emerged clad in a modest cotton bathrobe. I rose and went to her. She started to speak and I silenced her with my mouth. Covering her parted lips with soft tender kisses as out tongues danced with each other. I began to slowly and deliberately explore the ample curves of her body feeling the softness of her under the coarse cotton robe. I pulled away from her mouth and kissed lingeringly across her jaw and down to the nape of her neck then slowly up to her ear, nibbling the tiny lobe and whispering throatily. As I touched my gift to empower the suggestion I felt her resistance melt. " I want to go to your bed," I breathed softly " I want you in my bed" she gasped almost involuntarily Almost as though she were afraid to let go she led me by the hand into her room. I smiled to myself at the look of her private sanctuary. Compared to the rest of the house this room was a frilly chaos of pillows and blankets. She turned toward me; as if it took all the boldness she had, holding my hands in hers she backed slowly toward her bed. She sat softly on the edge and I knelt slowly I raised one of her feet to my mouth and began to kiss and suckle her toes all the while kneading her foot in a gentle slow massage. "God" she panted " Oh my God that feels good" " You have been on them all day you know" I quipped gently to her, all the while letting soft streams of power flow into foot and calf. " Lie back and I'll take care of them" She was only too willing to comply as I continued my tender ministrations. She had truly lovely feet with soft warm and responsive skin, skin that was so delightfully flushed right now. Tenderly I continued to massage and kiss the curves of her calf, cupping my hand behind her knee as I licked her wonderful legs. I moved more slowly now up her inner thigh nibbling the ropy tendon and flickering my tongue across the hollow of her thigh. I began to kiss upward now, tenderly sliding my lips across her ample curves. I moved up further past her glorious breasts to nuzzle softly against her neck and began to whisper tenderly into her ear giving her words of love and showing her the burning desire she evoked in me. Soon the change came over her. She began to see herself through my eyes, to see the beautiful desirable rose of a woman she was. I gently nestled my hand into the temple of her womanhood, teasingly stroking and caressing. I could feel her heat; feel the desire flame sticky and wet. Her mouth sought mine as her gorgeous hips thrust into my hand. I felt her shudder her orgasm beginning as I replaced my hand with my mouth. Suckling her into me as she pulled my face into her. I felt her tense, buck and thrust as she climaxed with a gentle sigh. A moment later she was nestled softly into the crook of my arm breathing gently as I whispered into her ear, my gift flowed fully into her then as she floated languorously between wakefulness and sleep. She accepted her beauty now, even reveled in it. She would neither need me again, nor remember me. The Enchanter Ch. 02 The water, hot and sudsy with the industrial soap burned my hands. Not for the first time I reflected on the perversity of my Matron's sense of humor, for it was well known that during my apprenticeship I was more than willing to muck stables rather than scrub pots. "Balance" I thought to myself wryly "in all things" I had been guided to this restaurant a little over two weeks ago and still had no idea why. I applied for the only opening they had available, dishwasher, and trusted in my Goddess to supply the details in her own good time. Mr. Simmons, the owner, walked past me briskly. He did not even spare a glance as he made his way to the stockroom. I felt the sharp, stabbing pain in my chest that was the warning from the Lady that my task was approaching. Alert now I slowly wound the aura around me, an aura of not needing to be seen. It is not quite being invisible, more like being unnoticed, but it is good enough. Maria, a doe –eyed Spanish woman whose face showed even more beauty for the grace which she carried her years, scuttled furtively by me with downcast eyes. Fear, guilt and self-loathing was etched on her face and she carried with her the feel of one who had to do an unpleasant job but was determined to see it through. I focused on her and the pain was replaced by a warm glow. She was the one. I drifted behind her, a shadow that mixed and mingled with the other shadows of the dim storeroom. "Well, you stupid cow," Mr. Simmons said savagely "Decided to keep your job again this week?" "Mr. Simmons" she started. "Shut –up, whore" he taunted "you know what we do, what keeps INS off your doorstep week to week" Wordlessly she knelt in front of him. In the dimness I could see tears leaking out of her eyes as she fumbled with the tongue of his belt. I grimaced as he slapped her hand away. "Not so easily, Whore, " he chuckled " You need to ask first" "Mr. Simmons" she replied in a, dead, numb voice, " I am just a little whore, and would like to suck your cock, may I please?" I winced as his fat hand grabbed the hair on the top of her head and he jerked her face upward. A sharp crack echoed through the room as he slapped her, hard enough to hurt but not leave a mark. "Again, Whore" he snarled at her. I sent out a gentle, probing thought and touched each of their minds. His mind was drunk with the exultation of power and a deep, unclean lust, while hers full of self-loathing, and sunk in despair. This was no game played between lovers; this was a vile and disgusting rape of a woman who wanted only a better life for herself and her children. Rage flooded through me, empowering me. Slowly with a grim coursing anger I gathered my will. I focused all my attention on his black and pitiless heart, if such an animal could be said to have a heart, and prepared to unleash the lethal intent that flowed through me. "No, my Love" her soft voice of silver trumpets reached out to me. "My Lady" I grated "This will not be borne." "My Love" she spoke "I would not lose thee. Release thy will and calm thyself" Gently, soft as a whisper I felt her hand encompass me. The roaring torrent of rage in my heart subsided under her touch. My Lady had reached out her gentle hand and brought me back from the awful abyss that threatened to claim my soul. For that is the one thing we are forbidden. No matter the provocation, save in the defense of a child, we are not permitted to use our skills to kill. "Yes, my Love, " she said so softly "'Twas a near thing. There is, however, a better way" I slipped out into the night; the disgusting grunts of a sorry excuse for a man echoing in my head as I listened to the Lady formulate her plan. Soon I laughed aloud. I would make this pig squeal, and redress the wrongs to the poor woman he had abused at the same time. I spent the next week preparing. This would take an incredible toll on me. There were times when I was to tired to even wash the dishes correctly, had my job at the restaurant been any more complex then dishwashing I would have no doubt been fired. The week passed in a blur. I had worked hard, fasted and meditated, for the entire seven days. The circles under my eyes must have been incredibly pronounced, because several people commented on them. My cloak of anonymity was failing, but after tonight I would not need it anyway. Win or lose this would be my last night at the restaurant. Friday came and Maria was in her usual spot in the kitchen. I would have to enlist her in this. "Maria" I said softly to her as she made her way back to the storeroom for her weekly humiliation. She started and forced a weak laugh. "David" she said in her accented voice "You startled me" "I know what has been going on, what he makes you do, and why you do it." "I see," she said, looking down " I suppose you want the same" "No" I reached out and, grasping her chin, raised her eyes to meet mine. "I want you to be free of him, would you help me to do that" I asked softly, putting power into my voice. "Dois mi " she breathed, "I would do anything" "This drink is an old family recipe." I said to her "It gives a man ahhh added stamina, but, at a cost. Afterwards he is completely and utterly exhausted. You need to convince him to drink this, and then to exhaust him. It will not be easy" I saw a seconds doubt in her eyes, then resolve. She reached out and firmly took the vial. I looked at her, taking in her beauty at that moment. I would need it, for the draught to work I would have to be there through the whole, sordid, mess. "What must I do?" she asked with only a slight tremor in her voice. "Sit" I said to her "Do not be afraid, just relax" Gently I guided her to a chair and sat behind her, slowly matching my breath to hers, the very beat of my heart changing. Ever so slowly with a long and shuddering sigh, I slid my consciousness into hers. "What" "I am here, " I thought to her softly "Do not be afraid, you will not lose yourself, and you will be aware of everything that happens." "Madre' de Dois" she thought to herself as I/we smiled at the irony. "Yes" I returned to her in our head "She certainly helped." We stood and turned looking at my body sitting on the chair behind us, lost in deep meditation. Subtly I slid my awareness into the part of her that controlled her limbs, her voice. In essence I was now her. I threw a coat over my body, both to hide it and to keep it warm and moved her into the hallway in front of the storeroom. "Maria" I thought to her softly "For this to work, I must have control of you, and I must be you. But always remember it is me doing this, not you." I slid deeper into her taking her down to the fibers of her nerves. "Remember, you are awake and aware the whole time" I walked into the storeroom. I had barely closed the door when I felt the first stinging slap across my face. I gasped with it. "You fucking dumbass whore, " he raged, "I have been waiting here for over half an hour" "I am sorry. Mr. Simmons" I stammered "the stove..." "I don't fucking want to hear it you filthy greasy bitch" He slapped me again, harder jarring me. He was drunk and in a towering rage. "Yes Mr. Simmons..." I said, putting a tremble into my voice "That is what I am, a filth greasy whore" He stopped, confused and bewildered, his eyes popping slightly. I moved closer to him. Boldly pressing against him I began to run my hands over him. I slid my arms around him and pressed my mouth to his. I could feel his hard cock even through his pants as it pressed to me. His unshaven jaw scratched against my soft skin. "I have wanted you," I breathed, using Maria's borrowed voice " Since the first time, I have wanted a man who knew how to treat a whore like me" "I knew it" He crowed "All you broads are alike" Surreptitiously I emptied the vial into his drink, and handed him the glass. He raised his eyebrows "The smell of the whiskey on you," I explained, " It excites me." That was all the encouragement he needed. He up ended the glass and drained it in a gulp, wincing as an unfamiliar after-taste washed through him. "What" he started "A drink we brew in my home-land" I smiled "Wait just a moment and you will see why, it is what gives our men their stamina" I could see it was affecting him already, I could see the amazement in his eyes as he felt a vigor he had not felt since his youth flooded through him. I sidled up closer for now came the hard part. I commended myself to the Lady, and, with a supreme effort of will, forced myself to enjoy coupling with this filth, to actively participate in the degradation he desired. I buried my face into his sweaty neck and began to kiss and bite it. Running my tongue along his jaw and down the open V of his shirt. Flickering my tongue over the hairs of his chest and losing myself in his scent. I worked each button open slowly kissing and licking downward as I slipped my hand between my own thighs, rubbing my hooded clit till it was erect and the moisture from my pussy put my scent into the air. Still downward I kissed him finally arriving at the buckle of his belt. Fumbling only slightly I undid it and paused at the bulge in his underwear. I slid his pants down and off, followed quickly by his briefs. The smell of his masculinity was working on me even now, though I suspect the Lady had something to do with that. I reached out my tongue and licked the head of his cock, his salty pre-cum oozed slightly from it as he moaned. I grasped his thick shaft with a slender hand and began to lightly caress his balls with the other. I pressed my tongue over my bottom teeth, and slid it out slightly to keep from gagging as I began to slide up and down his shaft, taking him deeper into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and began to moan soft and low. I quickly squeezed the base of his cock, while pressing over his perineum not allowing him to cum yet and withdrew my mouth. I pushed him into a sitting position, on the chair behind him and straddled him quickly. I had only removed my panties and left the skirt and blouse on but that did not seem to bother him much and he soaked the blouse with wet slobbering kisses. I began to work his cock into my cunt, moving up and down slowly. I marveled at how good his thick shaft felt, physically, even as he revolted me as a person. Faster I began to rock feeling the orgasm build inside me. I let out an involuntary gasp, then a shriek as waves of pleasure rippled through me, contracting all my muscles. I draped limply over him for only a second before I removed his slick wet cock from my cunt. I slid it back to nestle against my ass, and with one shuddering gasping thrust I pushed it in. The pain was incredible. A tearing, burning fullness slammed through me as I began to ride his cock, and worse he was no longer still, He began to buck and thrust himself into me as, to my surprise, I moaned. "Now, Beloved" The Lady's voice cracked whip-like in my head. I threw myself off of him and buried his cock into my mouth, I felt him beginning to squirt into my throat and Maria overrode my reflexive attempt to spit. Calming and steeling myself, I swallowed the thick salty fluid. I looked up at his face he was struggling to stay conscious. Quickly I left Maria and slipped back to my own body. I rose and went into the storeroom. Walking forward I leaned and looked into his eyes. "Well, " I said to him "Hope you enjoyed that" "Wha" he began "You see the drink I made you, "I said, enjoying his reaction "That drink binds you to the very next person you have sex with after you drink it, it is a fidelity draught. Even now the oxytocin that is in your brain is exerting a stronger bond, a bond that grows the more of her scent you breath. But." I continued "that is not its only effect. It is highly addictive, you see, don't worry Maria knows how to make it, but if you go more than 72 hours with out it, you will die. I would advise being very nice, very nice indeed, to your new owner."