Petra's experiments

As Petra told the witch her story she had to deal with her constant leering. She'd only been a woman for a short while but this was the worst it have ever been. Had she not needed something from the witch she would have been telling , 'my eyes are up here.'

When she was done the witch smiled, "So I have good news and bad news. The bad news is I know exactly what that rope is. It can only be removed by the one who cast it, or else it was release when it's timer expires."

"And that's the bad news? How long is the timer?" Petra asked.

"Well it depends on the strength of the caster. Usually a week or so. Unfortunately the magic reacts poorly to people trying to untie it. You've tried, haven't you? Attempting to remove it actually increases the timer. You've managed to add quite some time."

"How long?" Petra asked shakily.

"About a year." The witch said with a grin, "Even as powerful as I am I can't break it's hold on you prematurely. Are you sure you don't want to go back to town and see this magistrate?"

Petra shook her head. After the events of her escape...no, she couldn't risk it. "Please, is there anything you can do?"

The witch cackled, "I did say I had good news too, didn't I? I can't break it's hold, but I can move it. You'll wear the rope one way or another for the next year, but you don't have to be completely restrained."

Petra gave a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. Thank you so much."

"Now the matter of my price..." The witch stood up and Petra found herself floating above her chair. The witch held a finger pointed at her and as she swung her finger Petra found herself flying slowly in that direction. The witch eventually lowered her onto a rather soft bed. "I have no need for money, or things. My magic provides all that. All I desire is some... companionship. I do not want to **** you to do anything you don't want...but I want to be forceful. Very forceful. This is your one chance to deny me. Say no and I'll send you away with your friends, no hard feelings, but without fixing your problem." The witch traced her finger along Petra's thigh, "But if you agree...I won't hold back. I'll do whatever I want with you, to you, until sunrise the day after tomorrow. What do you say?"

Petra gulped. The witch was actually quite attractive. She also didn't really mind trading sex for magic. Sex work is real work after all. No, her reservation mainly came from her feelings towards her own body. Despite learning of the pleasures of the female body she still didn't want to give in, to truly be female. Sex was a part of that, and clearly what the witch wanted.

Still she couldn't go a full year with her arms bound behind her. She nodded, "I consent."

The witch grinned and aimed a wand at Petra. She started chanting, the words sounding totally foreign to Petra. After a few minutes Petra felt the rope around her body start to shift. She squirmed but found herself with no more freedom than before.

Then suddenly her body was pulled into an X shape, her arms and legs tied to the corners of the bed by the magic rope. She opened her mouth to say something but another piece of rope took advantage and wrapped itself around her head, gagging her.

"Gorgeous," The witch said. "Time to experiment!"

Experiment? Petra had thought she was agreeing to sex. She shook her head but the witch just laughed and walked away. When she returned she was carrying a large glass container and a spoon. She used the spoon to grab a sticky white paste from the container and spread it on Petra's body. The cream was slightly cool but didn't cause any other issues...at least at first.

The witch explained, "I was working on a healing poultice when I discovered this. I applied it to myself first. Then to test it I cut myself and tried it again. It was, shall we say, a happy accident. Let me show you."

The witch walked away again and returned holding a long leather whip. With a cackle she raised it up, then swiftly brought it down on Petra's exposed belly.

Petra instinctively flinched, bracing for pain. Except that's not what came. The moment the whip touched her it felt like an injection of dopamine to her brain. She lifted her head as much as she could to see the spot the witch had hit her but there was no mark at all.

The witch suddenly whipped her again, catching one of Petra's nipples. Again pleasure, not pain, exploded from the hit. The third time the whip hit her Petra came. She wasn't even done the first orgasm when the witch triggered another by whipping her pussy.

Over and over again the witch hit her. Her legs, arms, belly but most of all her tits and pussy. The only place spared was her face, which was also the only place without the cream.

Petra was powerless to do anything as her body experienced pleasure like she'd never imagined. If she was able to she would have begged for it to stop, it was just too much. She could barely catch her breath from one orgasm to the next.

Then the witch hit her belly again but something was different. It didn't hurt, but there was no spike of pleasure. Another hit, maybe that did hurt? Again and she screamed into her gag. That was not fun, that was pain, real pain.

Luckily the witch noticed. She set down the whip and went over to a desk where she started writing in a notebook. Eventually she returned to Petra, "The cream converts pain into pleasure and heals most injuries. Really fantastic stuff isn't it? The only issue is it doesn't work on everyone and the time it last is variable. I'm trying to work out the kinks, so to speak. Now then, let's move on."

The witch grabbed a different container with a different cream. "This is simpler. A depilatory cream. I tested it on myself 5 years ago and I'm still as bare as the day I applied it." She used her hands this time to rub the cream all over Petra's public mound. She felt a little heat, but thankfully no pain. After a few minutes the witch wiped it all off. "There. Now the rest of you..." The witch spent quite some time applying the cream to Petra. By the time she was done Petra was permanently hairless everywhere except the top of her head. The witch had teased her like she was going to make her bald, but thankfully she didn't. Petra may not have the same attachment to long hair that other women have, but she didn't want to be permanently bald either.

Suddenly the rope in her mouth relaxed and pulled away. The witch grinned, "Your choice next." She held up two phallic objects. One was huge, it looked more like a forearm than a penis. The other was just average, a much more accurate representation of male genitalia. "Pussy," she said raising the big one, "Or ass?" She said raising the small one.

"What? No. Neither. I can't." Petra said.

The witch nodded, "Of course. I understand. You can't decide. So both then?"

"No!" Petra screamed. "Pussy." She said. She couldn't stand the idea of being penetrated by either of them, but she figured there must be some magic to make the big one possible.

"Ah. Good choice. You won't regret it." The witch set the small one aside and approached with the big one. She slowly brought it towards Petra's spread legs until the tip touched her moist lips.

"Stop it's too big." Petra called.

"Nonsense it hasn't even gone in yet. Wait for it." The witch suddenly surged forward, shoving the entire thing in with one motion. To Petra's great surprise the entire thing disappeared within her. The witch stood up and smiled at her. Petra raised her head, there was no evidence the dildo at all. She couldn't see it sticking out, she couldn't feel it either.

"Huh?" Was all Petra managed to say.

"Magic. Duh." Said the witch. "I'm not sure what you expected but that's actually a spell totem. Your vagina has consumed it. It's part of you now."

"What? No. Take it out." Petra demanded.

"No can do. Don't worry, it has amazing benefits."

"I don't want..." Petra's words were cut off as suddenly she felt intense pressure from her pussy. The pressure quickly translated into pleasure and soon she was rocking her hips uncontrollable and she came over and over again.

When it finally subsided the witch cackled, "So? Good benefit?"

Petra was too exhausted to answer. The body was not meant to have so many orgasms in such a short period of time.

"Ha. Let me explain. By pushing a little magic towards you I can control every cell in that pretty little pussy of yours. I can make it feel like you're being fuxked by a God. You're welcome. Oh, I forgot to ask. Did you want children?"

Petra looked atnher astonished, "What? I uh...no." Petra wasn't childfree or anything, but any thoughts of future children had come when she wouldn't be the one giving birth. Since Vivi's sick twist the thought hadn't once cross her mind.

"Good. It also works as birth and disease control. You can't have either until it's removed. Now shall we test the other one?" She picked up the smaller dildo.

"But you said..." Petra whimpered looking at it.

"Ha! The look on your face!" The witch tossed it aside, "The next one is a potion. You'll have to hit up for this." She snapped her fingers and the ropes pulled her to sitting. Her wrists and ankles were still bound, but she had slightly more range of movement. "Here, drink." The witch brought a bottle to Petra's lips.

Petra considered refusing, but she really didn't have much choice. She opened her mouth and drank the oily liquid inside. She nearly gagged but managed to swallow the whole thing. "What now?" Petra asked.

"Now we wait." The witch said mysteriously. Then Petra's eyes felt really heavy, so heavy that she couldn't keep them open. Before she knew what was happening she was falling over, but the witch caught her and lowered her to the bed. "Shh...it's alright. I'll take good care of you... goodnight..."