Mary Escapes

Seeing the pink flames forming in Luna’s hands, Mary does the only thing she can think of to stop it. She flings her shoe.

What normally would have been a futile gesture of resistance, by happenstance ricocheted off of the hall wall and smacked Luna in the head.

Mary watched the pink flames dissipate and her friend fall to the floor. For a moment she considered checking on her stunned friend. Then she thought better of it. As is, Luna seemed intent on making her some kind of lesbian bimbo. She had no desire to see what an angry Luna would be like.

She removed her other shoe and limped away as fast as she could go.

Luna stirred. Mary was gone, leaving only the platform heel that had hit her face. Luna raged. She’d turn her into a mindless fuck toy. Frank wiggled approvingly. As Luna calmed, she changed her mind. She wanted Mary to love her for the witch she was becoming. She wanted a partner not a ****. She wanted a sister.

She giggled at the thought of ****. If she was going to make Mary her sister, she’d need to summon new mother.

She nearly orgasmed from a pulsing within her sex. “Stop it, Frank, I need to find the spell.”

After a few moments Luna opened the book to a familiar spell. This time she read the importance of binding the demon. Though she trusted new mother completely, some part of her rebelled and began drawing complex geometric figures in chalk. In a few minutes it was ready.