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The Witches Come Visiting on
Halloween
An erotic fable
By Alfamann
Part 2
Rachel awoke with her alarm ringing in her head. She had been in a deep sleep which was rare since her marriage breakup. She sat up, confused. Her bed was empty, apart from herself. There were no three witches: no Wanda, Wilma or Wendy. Rachel shook her head in wonderment. It had been one hell of a dream. It seemed so real. She couldn’t believe her subconscious was capable of conjuring up such a disturbingly vivid, erotic dream. Her marriage breakup was clearly taking a toll on her mind. Yet today she felt surprisingly invigorated, in stark contrast to her depressed state of recent weeks.
Once at work she found she had renewed enthusiasm for her daily tasks, and her fellow workers were clearly surprised at her cheery disposition. Late afternoon her boss, Barbara, turned up at work following a series of downtown meetings. When Rachel glanced up and saw her enter the office she could not help blushing. She knew it was stupid, but the dream was so vivid.
“You are looking cheerful today,” Barbara enquired of Rachel.
“Yes Ma’am, I am thank you,” Rachel responded, still blushing.
“Great. Good night was it last night?”
Rachel was flustered by the comment. “Yes Ma’am I guess it was.”
Barbara continued to stand at Rachel’s desk, staring at her with intense eyes. Rachel looked at her boss in a different light. She had never realized how broad her shoulders really were, and how tall she was. She really was an attractive woman. Rachel began to squirm in her seat.
Barbara broke the silence. “How tall do you think I am, Rachel?”
“Pardon,” Rachel was startled by the question.
“A simple question of my employee. How tall do you think I am?”
“I don’t know Ma’am.”
“Guess then,” Barbara persevered.
“Umm, five foot eleven inches, Ma’am.”
“Good guess. Right on the button.” With that Barbara gave her an exaggerated wink and left the office.
Rachel could not comprehend the conversation that had taken place. Why had Barbara asked her to guess her height? And what an incredible coincidence she was the same height as her dream look-alike, Wanda.
Rachel found it difficult to concentrate for the last hour of work. Barbara’s conversation had rattled her. As she prepared to leave the building for home her workmate looked up and waved. “You have a great Halloween, won’t you?”
“What?” Rachel responded in shock.
“Have a good Halloween. You did remember tonight is Halloween?”
“Of course,” Rachel tried to sound convincing, but she was even more confused. She looked at the date on her watch. It was indeed Halloween night. Talk about ‘groundhog day’. As she drove home she stopped into the local store and purchased some sweets. If she was going to get a second chance at Halloween she did not want to disappoint the ‘trick and treating’ children again.
As soon as she entered her apartment she picked up her phone
and rang her best friend, Julia, in
Just as they were about to finish the conversation Rachel felt she had to ask something of her best friend.
“Julia, I know this sounds like a really dumb question, but do you have tattoo?”
Julia hesitated for a moment. “Well, actually I do. I have only had it two weeks, but why would you want to know?”
“It’s just that I had this really dumb dream. Don’t worry about it. But the tattoo is not of a snake is it?”
“Oh my goodness. It is. But how…..?”
Rachel interjected breathlessly. “And it is on your groin, on the left hand side, isn’t it?”
Julia was clearly flabbergasted. “I don’t understand?”
“Don’t worry, neither do I.” Rachel couldn’t believe it. She would have loved to ask Julia if she had shaved pubs, but she suspected the question would just about give her friend a heart attack.
After finishing her phone conversation Rachel sat down in her favorite armchair and tried to take stock of what had been happening to her life over the past 24 hours. She couldn’t even begin to make sense of the incredibly erotic dream and the subsequent bizarre coincidences.
She was startled out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. When she opened it there were four smiling children, dressed in Halloween costumes, and faces painted in black. “Trick or treat,” they giggled in chorus.
Rachel took a double-take. They sure looked like the same four children who had come to her door in her dream, but she couldn’t be sure. But it sure was another amazing coincidence. She was so relieved that this time she did not have to turn them away empty handed, and their eyes lit up when she gave each of them a very large handful of sweets.
After farewelling the children Rachel returned to her seat. She realized her heart was racing, as in her dream the three witches appeared at her door only minutes after the four children. For many long minutes she stared at the door. She felt ridiculous for actually expecting three witches to appear at her doorstep on Halloween, but she so much wanted to capture the magic of her dream again.
She was so restless she stood up and began pacing the floor. After fifteen minutes there was a knock on the door and Rachel felt as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest it was beating so hard. Her palms were sweating as she opened the door to reveal more young children ‘trick or treating’. Rachel fought back her disappointment and managed a cheery smile as she fetched the children sweets.
She watched from the door as the children walked down the stairs from her verandah and out the front gate. She couldn’t help herself from staring up the street in both directions. But, of course, there were no three erotic witches to be found. Disconsolately she was about to close the door when she spied a lone female figure making her way up the road.
As the person came closer she could make out the diminutive figure of Anna, her husband’s lover (and Wendy the witch look-alike) dressed in jeans and pink jacket with the collar upturned to protect herself from the cold.
Rachel’s first instinct was to slam the door shut but something made her keep it ajar. She watched, entranced, as Anna walked up the street, apparently unaware Rachel was watching her. When Anna was opposite Rachel’s front gate she glanced up and seemed to be genuinely shocked when she spied Rachel at her front door. Anna looked as if she was going to rush on by, but then hesitated, stopped, retraced her steps and walked the short distance up Rachel’s front path and up on to her verandah. For several awkward moments the two women just gazed at each other uncomfortably.
Finally Anna spoke, sounding nervous. “I know you hate me, and you have every right to. What I did was selfish and unforgivable, and for what it is worth if I could undo all the harm I have caused I would.”
Rachel looked into Anna’s eyes and could see she was on the verge of tears. The hatred she felt for the woman who had stolen her husband somehow began to melt away, and with it a realization it was time to let all the bitterness go and move on with her life. She tried to think of something to say to her, but could not find the right words. Anna, having given her heartfelt apology, turned to go on her way.
“Do you want to come inside for a moment?” Rachel managed to mumble.
“Come inside?” Anna turned and was clearly shocked by Rachel’s gesture. “No, I shouldn’t. I had better get going. I just wanted to apologize.”
“Come on, it is warm inside,” Rachel persisted, “And I promise I will not hurl abuse at you.”
Both women smiled at the comment, and with a shrug Anna accepted the invitation. Once inside Rachel poured a glass of wine while Anna, still nervous, stood in front of the fire and removed her jacket. Anna accepted the glass of wine gratefully but eyed Rachel suspiciously as if she was expecting her to launch into a tirade of abuse.
Rachel raised her glass. “Here’s to Halloween.”
Anna raised her glass and touched it to Rachel’s. “To Halloween,” she repeated, and then after an awkward pause added, “I cannot believe you have been kind enough to invite me in like this and share a wine with me. Frankly it is the last thing I expected.”
It was the last thing that Rachel also expected. But she was now feeling so driven by the surreal dream and bizarre coincidences that a different force was governing her life. Rachel had this powerful feeling she was at this very moment standing at the crossroads of her life and if she did not seize the opportunity it would be lost forever.
Rachel was so nervous she sat in her chair and took a large mouthful of wine. Then she stared intently at Anna, trying to gauge if this woman standing before her was in fact Wendy from her dream. She just couldn’t be sure, although the similarities were unnerving.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Anna’s voice suddenly sounded like a young girl.
Rachel gulped down the rest of her wine. There was no turning back.
“I want you to undress for me.” Rachel tried to sound much more confident than she felt.
Anna’s eyes were suddenly like saucers. “You want me to do what?”
“I want you to undress. I want you as naked as the day you were born.”
“I can’t do that.” Anna whined.
“I think you can, and I think you will.” Rachel was feeling a little more confident. She took heart from the fact Anna had not taken her coat and stormed out of the apartment.
Anna pouted her bottom, which instantly brought back erotic images of Wendy.
Anna stared at her feet and fumbled with her fingers. “Please don’t make me.”
“What item of clothing are you going to remove first?” Rachel boldly pushed matters along.
There was a long silence, with Anna continuing to stare at her feet.
“My shoes,” she eventually mumbled.
Rachel could not help but smile to herself. She had reached the first hurdle, and the inner warmth growing in her body was pure ecstasy. “Well, what are you waiting for? Take them off.”
Hesitantly Anna bent down, unlaced her shoes, and removed them.
“What is next?” Rachel quietly commanded.
“My socks,’ Anna responded with little delay, and without prompting she slipped them off and dropped them beside her shoes.
“What is next?” Rachel was excited knowing Anna had to remove either her top or her jeans next.
Anna looked up at Rachel with doleful eyes. “Please don’t make me go any further. Please don’t humiliate me like this.”
“What is next, Anna?” Rachel asked a little more firmly.
Anna hung her head again, and let out a long sigh. “My jeans.”
With that Anna fumbled with her belt, loosened it, and unzipped the front of the jeans. She again looked up to Rachel with pleading eyes.
“Take them off.” Rachel tried to hide the excitement in her voice. She could not believe her husband’s lover was actually undressing in front of her. Surely she would not go all the way.
Anna took hold of the skin tight jeans and did a little dance as she struggled to lower them over her hips. A pair of plain white cotton panties came delightfully into Rachel’s view as the jeans were lowered. Once they were at her ankles she again struggled ungracefully to get them over her ankles. Anna’s neck was flushed red with embarrassment as she finally kicked them off.
“Next?” Rachel raised her eyebrow
“My top,” Anna responded, and without delay she pulled it over her head, revealing a simple white bra that matched the panties. Instinctively she placed her hands in front of her.
“Please keep your hands at your side.” Rachel could not believe how confident she felt.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Anna responded submissively, obeying the older woman’s command.
Rachel soaked up the sight of Anna in her underwear. She was not surprised that Anna’s figure was a mirror of Wendy the witch. She was beautiful but delicate, and undressed looked so much younger than her 23 years.
“What will be next, Anna? The bra or panties? Am I going to see your breasts first or your cunt?” Rachel could hardly believe the words that were confidently streaming from her mouth. She had never felt, or acted, this wicked before.
“Please, please. Let me leave my underwear on or I will die of shame,” Anna pleaded.
“Shall I decide for you?”
“No…I will take off my bra.”
With that Anna reached behind, unclasped her bra, and let it fall down her arms. Her first instinct was to cover herself, but remembering Rachel’s instruction she lowered her arms to her side.
Her breasts were just as Rachel had expected: small, very firm, and with rivet-hard nipples. Rachel found them achingly beautiful and couldn’t wait to feel them in her hands, but there would be another time for that.
“Time for the panties now, little lady.”
Anna was clearly embarrassed and struggling to find the courage to remove her last item of clothing. For a moment it looked as if she was going to protest, but instead she reached her fingers under her waistband, demurely sliding the panties to her ankles before stepping out of them. When she stood up she revealed her closely shaven, neatly trimmed, triangle of jet black pubic hair. Nervously she dropped her hands to her side and revealed her naked beauty to Rachel. Rachel was a very appreciative audience and soaked up the sight.
The power of being dominant over someone in an erotic way was incredibly intoxicating to Rachel, just as it had been in her dream. It was uncharted territory for her but she wanted to explore the boundaries to the absolute limit.
“Anna, I am going to punish you severely for your part in breaking up my marriage.”
Anna bit down hard on her bottom lip.
“And I think it is best if we get it over with now so that it is dealt with.”
“Yes, Ma’am. It is going to hurt, isn’t it Ma’am?” Anna was genuinely fearful.
“Yes, Anna. I am afraid so.”
Anna stood nervously, clenching her hands, and dancing from foot to foot. Then she crossed her legs.
“Please Ma’am, I think I need to go to the toilet.” Anna pouted.
Rachel could not believe how submissive Anna was to her. She hated to admit it to herself, but the whole situation was arousing her beyond belief. She prayed she would not wake up and find it was another dream.
Without uttering a word Rachel took hold of Anna’s hand and led her to the toilet. Anna entered and quickly squatted on the bowl, at the same time leaning forward to close the door. Rachel stepped forward and prevented the door from closing with her foot.
“Are you going to watch me going to the toilet, Ma’am?”
Rachel crossed her arms and nodded affirmatively, her eyes bearing down on the nervous, diminutive figure of her naked companion. Anna’s wide innocent eyes returned her gaze.
For a long while Anna struggled to relieve herself in front of an audience, but eventually there was the familiar tingle of pee trickling into the toilet bowl.
“Open your legs,” Rachel commanded.
Anna obeyed without question, although she was clearly incredibly embarrassed to be exposed in this manner while performing her private toilet functions. Rachel stepped slightly closer so she could see down into the bowl, and was captivated by the flow of urine being emitted by Anna. Even this most basic of functions now seemed incredibly erotic.
When Anna had finished relieving herself she reached for the toilet tissue, but Rachel took it from her. “Hop off the toilet and squat on the floor so I can wipe you clean.”
“No, please Ma’am, I can’t do that,” Anna pleaded
“Of course you can. Just do it. I don’t want to hear any complaints or I will increase your punishment. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No, Ma’am.”
With that Anna raised herself off the toilet, stepped forward, and squatted down.
“Open your legs, silly. How can I wipe you with your legs together?”
Anna groaned in despair, but obeyed, opening her knees so they touched each wall of the small toilet cubicle. Rachel took her time to carefully fold the toilet tissue, then knelt down in front of her hapless victim and wiped the tissue across her vagina. Anna groaned again. Rachel repeated the task before flushing the tissue down the toilet, and then stepped back to admire the sight of this young naked woman who was her husband’s lover. She suddenly felt anger well up inside her, and she fought to retain her self control. It was important to her that her actions were not controlled by irrational anger.
“You can stay here squatted in the toilet until I am ready for you. It will give you time to reflect on how your behavior impacts on others.” Rachel tried to take the anger out of her voice.
Anna hung her head. “Yes, Ma’am.” She sounded contrite.
Rachel returned to her lounge. Once her anger had subsided she called out to Anna. As this naked beauty entered the room Rachel was again overwhelmed with her incredible youthful beauty, and could well see why her husband could be attracted to her.
“Go and fetch my wooden spoon from the top drawer in the kitchen,” Rachel directed.
While Anna apprehensively went to fetch the wooden spoon, Rachel busied herself clearing the candle holder and other odds and ends off her small dining room table.
When Anna returned her eyes were looking downward, as if she was too humiliated to look Rachel in the eye. Rachel left her standing there, holding the wooden spoon.
“When did you last have sex with my husband?” Rachel demanded
Anna’s shoulders slumped forward. “I…I don’t remember,” she stuttered.
“Oh, I am sure you do. Don’t mess with me, girl.”
“Ummm…I think it was two days ago,” Anna admitted nervously.
“And how did he make love to you?”
“Pardon?”
“Simple question, Anna. How did he make love to you?”
Anna was again nervously entwining her fingers and stepping from one foot to the other. “He took me doggie style.”
“Did he indeed.” Rachel was put out. Her husband had never made love to her like that in all their years of marriage. “Get on the table, lying on your back,” she gestured grumpily.
Anna looked up at Rachel anxiously, before reluctantly taking the few small steps to the table. She jumped up onto it so she was seated on the edge.
“Lie down,” Rachel demanded abruptly.
Anna obeyed. The table was short and her head hung over the opposite edge. Rachel took the wooden spoon from her.
“Lift your knees up to your chest and hold them there.”
Anna’s doe eyes pleaded with Rachel. ‘Please don’t make me do this. Anything, but not this.”
“Anna, I know exposing yourself in this manner is going to take away any last vestiges of your dignity as a young woman,” Rachel lectured, “But I want you to feel the shame and humiliation. Now lift up your legs.”
Much to Rachel’s relief and excitement, her young victim slowly lifted her legs up, bringing her knees in hard against her chest before gripping them with her hands. She was now curled in a ball on the table, totally exposed
The sight of Anna’s vagina and anus totally exposed was almost more than Rachel could bear. She felt incredibly excited and could not resist the temptation to lightly stroke Anna’s labia. She was totally surprised at how aroused the young woman was, and for the first time Rachel realized she was not the only one sexually aroused.
Rachel stepped back, and without warning brought the wooden spoon down forcefully across Anna’s exposed, tight buttocks. Anna cried out in shock and pain, but held her position. Rachel continued to rain blows down on the reddening buttocks until Anna was sobbing uncontrollably, but to her amazement the young woman bravely held her position.
Rachel finally stopped smacking her buttocks, and gathered breath as she listened to the gentle sobs of Anna.
“Now open your legs,” Rachel asked quietly.
Anna obeyed without hesitation, splaying her knees wide open. Her labia were so swollen and wet that her lips peeled apart, revealing the pink, fleshy entrance to her vulva. Rachel admired the exquisite view before bringing the wooden spoon down squarely on her vagina. Anna bucked and instinctively closed her legs, but just as quickly splayed them open again. Rachel delivered ten stinging blows to the much reddened pussy, and although Anna was crying she was pushing her hips upward to receive each blow. Rachel was full of admiration for the young woman.
Rachel lay down the wooden spoon and knelt at the foot of the table. She found herself drawn to the wet, red and swollen vagina, and placed her tongue deep into Anna’s vulva. Rachel savored the taste of the young woman and was pleasantly surprised at the unusual, but pleasant, taste of her cunt juices.
Anna groaned in ecstasy and began rotating her hips lewdly. She came quickly and powerfully, her chest convulsing up and down causing her tiny breasts to thrust skyward.
“My god, it was incredible,” Anna gasped, “Being humiliated like that by another woman fulfilled my wildest fantasies. But how did you know this is what I craved?”
“Oh, it came to me in the night,” Rachel responded obliquely, smiling.
Suddenly there was another knock on the door. Anna was still lying on the table top and glanced apprehensively at Rachel
“You stay right where you are young lady. Keep those legs up in position as I am not finished with you yet,” Rachel ordered.
Rachel opened the door ajar just a few inches so Anna was well hidden from view. She was shocked, yet again, to see her husband, Donald, standing on her verandah. He looked none too happy.
Rachel raised her eyebrows enquiringly. “Donald.”
“Honey. I’ve been such a fool. Can you ever forgive me?”
“What has happened, Donald?” Rachel responded cynically.
“Anna and I had a row tonight and I think she has left me. I am better off without the slut anyway. I realize you are my one true love,” Donald groveled. “Can I come in so we can talk?”
Rachel could not believe she had grieved for this man.
“Actually I am rather busy, Donald. I have company.” With that Rachel opened the door just wide enough for her husband to see the naked form of Anna exposed in all her glory on the dining table.
As Rachel closed the door she was vaguely aware of a sobbing Donald dry retching over the side of her verandah.
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