Battle of the Bitchy Witches

"Get out of here Peter," Laura said. "This is my fight, and I don't want you to get hurt."

"Good idea," Camilla added. "I want my darling to be safe. Leave while you have the chance." Peter wasted no time in exiting the kitchen. He decided it was time to check under the bed upstairs for dust bunnies. Meanwhile, the two rivals cautiously, slowly circled around each other. "I want to see what's held Peter's attention all these years." She raised her hand, and made a gesture like she was grabbing at something. Laura's dress was suddenly ripped from her body. Laura gasped in shock as she immediately tried to cover herself. "Now, now, hands down. I want to see all of you. You still have your underwear on, so you shouldn't be too ashamed to show me."

Laura regained her composure, and began to murmur softly, weaving a spell of rending. She focused all of her attention on Camilla's clothes. When the weave was completed, she held up both hands as if grabbing for something. Off came everything Camilla was wearing. She was now totally naked, but it didn't phase her at all.

Camilla laughed. "I like being naked. Do you?" Again she made the gesture like she was grabbing for something, and Laura's matching panties and bra flew from her body. Now both women were naked except for their shoes. Laura gasped in shame, trying to hide her lady parts with her hands and arms. "Oh my!" said Camilla. "You do have a very nice, curvy body! I hope you like women, because I'm going to have you service me after I defeat you."

Once again, Laura centered herself, and regained her composure. "You're too sure of yourself," she taunted Camilla. Again she gestured, and Camilla's heels disappeared from her feet, only to reappear at the entrance of her anal bud. With a sweeping motion like pulling something towards her, Laura commanded the shoes to go into her ass.

Camilla howled in pain as she tried to grab hold of the shoes to pull them out. They were stuck inside her, heels deep.

"Looks like I kicked your ass with your own shoes!" Laura taunted her. "Admit defeat now, and I will spare you any further humiliation."

(Disclaimer: No clothing or shoes, either real or fictional, were harmed in the writing of this chapter...

"That's easy for you to say!" exclaimed Camilla. "You don't have shoes up your ass!"

Okay, so shoes and an asshole were slightly harmed during the writing of this chapter. Is that better Camilla?

"Get these shoes out of me!"

Sorry Camilla. Can't do. We've come to the end of this chapter. At any rate, the events depicted here, either real or fictional,

"It sure feels real to me!"

... are strictly coincidental. Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter when we might find out if Camilla can take Peter's size thirteens.

"Please! Not the clown shoes!")