Your archangel swoops in to save you.

CRACK

Splinters of wood fly in the air as the flimsy fitting room door is kicked open. Vanessa stands, glowering and growling with fists clinched tightly. Diana stumbles backwards, her swollen shaft spraying a final shower of semen all over your back. She tries to right herself snarling, "What arURK" but Vanessa's right hand rockets into her jaw and sends her crashing to the ground, knocked out cold by one powerful punch.

You look at Vanessa, ashamed and afraid and awfully aware of the look of hatred and hurt in her eyes. You expect her to hit you next, or drag you out by your hair and let everyone laugh at your semen slimed body. You almost wish she would, any punishment would be better than this sullen silence. You open your mouth to speak, but there are no words to express the depths of your regret or the abysmal abyss of your shame.

Finally she takes a step toward you as she reaches into the pocket of her hoodie. You cringe involuntarily but it's Vanessa that recoils as if you slapped her. She sighs and pulls out wet wipes, wordlessly cleaning the cum from your comely curves and peeling off your soiled outfit. When she has you completely clean, she says flatly, "I picked these out for you. You can wear them out and we'll pay for the rest and go home."

You nod nervously, wincing at the pained pinch in her voice, but unable to summon a salve for it as easily as your sweet sorceress magically appeared to save you and clean you off. Vanessa stands guard outside the door and you hurriedly get dressed. You slip into a pair of white lace panties, matching stockings with pearl snap garters, a charming corset that gives you the illusion of cleavage, and a white satin dress that clings to you tighter than Diana's dicksnot did. You look into the mirror and see the slutty innocent Vanessa fantasized about and wish you weren't the whore wearing the lie.

Not another word is spoken as Vanessa pays for your new clothes, not even to explain the cold cocked cutie lying in the changing room. You wonder if this is a regular occurance as you see another sales sissy putting up a sign that reads 'Attention Customers: Under no circumstance is Diana allowed to use her cock.' You consider pointing it out to Vanessa, but bite your tongue instead.

The silence still looms over you as you make your way through the mall. Even when a gaggle of geeks blows a wolf whistle at you, your bewitching bodyguard just shoots them a look that sends them to the nearest restroom to change their shorts. You try to take her hand, but it just hangs limp and listless in yours, and you let it slip away as Vanessa soldiers on.

You hope she will say something in the privacy of her van, but she remains silent and stoic as you squirm in your seat. You beg her dozens of times for her forgiveness, offer endless excuses, and make a million vows to never betray her trust again, but not a single word of it makes it past your lips before they clamp down tight and tremulous. The longest ride of your life ends at her apartments. Still silent, she shuts off the ignition and makes her way to her door.

You feel an overwhelming sense of foreboding as the door closes behind you. You imagine all sorts of terrible tortures your and cruel curses your witchy woman could cast upon you, but you can't imagine anything worse than when she wordlessly hands you the key to your cage and walks away, burying her face in her pillows and softly sobbing. You have done the impossible, you found the heart of the Wicked Witch of the Westside...and you shattered it. She was so fearsome, yet fascinating...so mythically malicious, yet mirthful...so powerful, yet pained. You have never met another like her, and you know you never will again.

You look at the door behind you, knowing it leads back to your life of cowardice and compromise. You look at the empty expanse of space between you and your broken beauty. You can't take a step forward, there are no magic words to break this spell, and the merciless gods have already written out the rest of your fate, a life lived unloved and unlovable, lonely and languishing away, from now, until...