Small village in the outskirts of the big city. Heavy rain was falling and the overgrown vegetation bended under the pressure. Two women figures were walking in the streams of water flooding the ancient granite stone of the streets. They were heading towards the far end of the village, where a small cottage was hidden, just under the shadow of the creepy trees of the old forest. The house by itself was old, maybe even too old. Actually nobody, or at least nobody among the living was sure if the cottage isn’t older then the forest.

The figure of the old woman was jumping lightly around the puddles as if she had passed this way a thousand times. The other woman looked a lot younger judging by her physique. However, this was barely helping her to keep up the tempo of her guide.

As they approached the withered wooden fence of the cottage, they had to go around the fallen gateway. Upon stepping beside that divide, the older woman silently made a sign to her companion to wait there. After that with a few large steps her grey figure magically teleported in front of a log door covered with thick cobwebs. The heavy rain made it almost impossible to see well, but for a moment it seemed as if the door recognized its master and opened itself just a second before the old lady reached for the handle. The frightening screeching sound of its opening went unnoticed under the raging storm. She swiftly disappeared into the gaping abyss beyond the door, before re-emerging a few moments later inviting her younger friend to come in.

The second she entered the inside the crumbling cottage, her boots sank into the centuries-old dust layered on the floor. As they headed to the end of the small corridor, she noticed that the feet of the white-haired woman weren’t leaving any traces into the thick dust. She wasn’t that impressed though. Afterall, strange things are to be expected when you follow a strange woman who claims to be a witch.

They entered a dimly lit room. The hag showed an old hanger just beside the door. No other invitation was needed and the woman impatiently took off her wet coat revealing her young and slim body. By the looks it could be assumed that she might have just turned 21 or 22 years old. The old witch took a brief look at her.

“Are you sure? There will be no turning back soon.” the voice of the witch sounded like the creaking floor.

The young girl nodded in confirmation as a lightning stroke through the sky illuminating for a moment the weird and unreal situation. The room was crammed full of old furniture covered with giant and disgusting cobwebs. Big wood stove was occupying one of the corners, but what stood out the most was a pyramid installed on a thick pole. Instead of a normal peak from the top of the pyramid big wooden phallus was emerging.

“If we are to transfer my powers to you, we have to hurry up before the storm ends.” The witch squeaked. “You have to undress if you haven’t changed your mind.”

“I haven’t. Do I have to be completely naked?“ the girl looked at the witch but she was already busy preparing something around the magically ignited stove.

Since the expected answer didn’t come, she started to undress. As no chair or anything similar was to be seen around, one by one her clothes thumped on the ground kicking up some dust. The musty smelling air of the room soon embraced her nakedness. Her black slightly curly hair fell freely on her bare shoulders. Shivers went through her spine and the hairs of her body stood up as the low temperature attacked her skin and made her nipples rock hard.

The witch then invited her to come closer to the phallic device. Dust stuck to tender skin of her feet as she made few steps towards the strange object. She followed the instructions of the old hag standing over the pyramid, the phallus just barely touching her virgin soft cunt.

The closeness of the phallus allowed her to see the dry and badly cracked wood surface of the ancient device. It was covered all around with splinters and other sharp edges but what felt most monstrous was its head since it was split in two making it look frightening.

“Yes, it will hurt you. The magic will cut you to become yours. That’s its price.“ She grinned in the shadows “It won’t kill you, after the spell is finished you will be completely fine considering you will have become the most powerful sorcerer in this world.”

The witch snapped her fingers and feeling of electricity filled the air of the room. In a split second the girl felt uncomfortably aroused. Her cunt was now dripping went as unnatural amount of juice was ran down her inner thighs. The air swirled magically as the first drops of her arousal hit the floor. The vortex threw kicked up the dust near her and sent it into the corner of the room, revealing giant pentagram carved into the wooden floor around the ancient phallus.

Silent chanting filled the room and the girl felt the urge to lower herself on the wooden pole. She gasped as the top of the phallus stretched the delicate lips of her cunt. Very soon the splintered head hit her hymen and she realised it was already too late to stop as her arousal made her to bend her knees a little more lowering herself on the phallus. Her hymen was shredded in a matter of moments. The blood mixed with the fluids of her cunt and started leaking into the cracks of the shaft. Inch after inch of the wicked phallus entered her welcoming hole. Splinters of wood dug into her skin as the withered wood rubbed her labia before disappearing inside and inflicting tears of the interior of her cunt.

The spell made the girl arouse from the pain even more and soon she was impaled on the shaft. Now she was in almost sitting position with her cunt resting against the pyramid. The old witch started going around in circles as her chanting got faster. The building tension made the air feel thicker. The girl fell in trance and started fucking the giant wooden monster with her cunt. She felt electricity like energy oozing into her from the splintered tip of the phallus. With every next second she could feel the energy flowing from her burning cunt to the furthest parts of her body. Covered in sweat she continued her ecstatic dance as every next move up and down dealt a bit more damage to her recently virgin hole, but the growing pain only pumped more and more magical energy into her life essence.

The magical dance lasted only a few minutes when a tipping point was reached. Strong blast of energy erupted in the deepest parts of her defiled cunt making her feel like every cell of her body was burning. Enormous lightning tore the sky as the girl orgasmed. Her legs suddenly felt weak and she slipped sideways falling with full force one last time on the wicked phallus. Light filled the room once more fully exposing the situation. Half of the pyramid had disappeared between her torn cunt lips stretching obscenely the entrance of her bruised vagina. She was now completely impaled the tip of the phallus had hit her cervix. The mix of her blood and cunt juice was running down her thighs colouring the floor.

The old witch had to hurried to finish the spell in time. Just a moment after the lightning was gone and the room was once again dark, she lifted the unconscious girl from the device and left her lying on the floor. She took a spike and pricked the flesh of the girl’s tits. Just as first traces of blood covered her breasts, two magic jewel piercings appeared around her nipples and made them bulge forward. Then then the witch swiftly pulled out a metal rod from the burning stove. It had a red-hot pentagram on its end. A couple of seconds later the hot iron scorched the girls already disfigured labia. As soon as the smoke of the burning flesh rose the old witch dissolved into a shadow and the shadow itself was consumed by the darkness in the room.

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A few hours later Scarlett woke up in her bed. She looked around her white room and was just about to reassure herself that it was all just a weird dream when she lifted the blanket to get up. To her horror she was completely naked. Her body was dirty while her inner thighs were covered in blood. Despite the blood there were no wounds to be seen or felt although the skin of her cunt was full of old cuts and one big scar in the form of pentagram. Moments later when the primary shock has passed her attention switched to her tits. In some magical way overnight two strange piercings around her nipples had appeared and even more strangely she surely felt her breasts a bit bigger.

As she continued inspecting her body she slid her hand once again over her ugly looking cunt. Arousal hit her as her fingers ran between the deformed lips and she started rubbing her clit. She couldn’t stop. The pleasure filled her mind instantly as magic ran through her finger tips. She rolled over from the bed not only without stopping the arousing movements, but increasing her aggressiveness. She grabbed the TV remote from the night stand before violently shoving it deep in her defiled hole. She went on with the rough stimulation doing a few steps but she only made it to the middle of the room when an unimaginable orgasm shook her body. Her muscles clenched a few times and obscene amount of liquid burst from her cunt, sprayed her long legs. The urine mixed with the dried blood and dirt and washed them off staining the white carpet. She leaned against the wall breathing heavily with one hand still buried between her cunt lips pushing three fingers inside the filthy hole alongside the 8 inch remote.

As her ability to think slowly returned, Scarlett realised it was all true. Maybe after all she has really become a witch.

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To be continued

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The above story is work of fiction. No such actions are to be encouraged in real life situations.