(Subplot) A Witch and her Statue

Sophie was so angry with herself. One little slip up. One throwaway comment at the airport when she should have known Rebecca was watching had single-handedly landed her in this mess.

It was maddening. She was currently alone in Rebecca's bedroom. The witch had popped out on some mundane, non magic related everyday chore or other, to the shops she'd said. So here Sophie was, in Rebecca's room with all of her secrets and personal information to explore and yet she couldn't move a muscle. To make matters worse, she still didn't even know where Rebecca was based. Only what the inside of her bedroom looked like.

Rebecca had become very chatty with Sophie already, despite the latter's inability to give any kind of response. She had talked about working on a minor, low charge spell, which would apparently be ready soon, that would allow Rebecca to alter Sophie's pose and move her to other parts of the house or even the garden, so the could spend more time enjoying her new toy. Sophie dreaded to think what kind of poses Rebecca had in mind, especially with how much the witch liked to fondle her even in her current sitting posture, with access to her pussy largely blocked by her crossed legs and her butt entirely out of reach. It meant her fully exposed tits were feeling the brunt of the witches wandering hands up to now, but that could soon change.

Moving to different parts of the house might not be the worst thing though. It had only been a few hours and she was already incredibly bored of her never changing view. The only thing of interest in sight was a chart Rebecca kept in which she had divided the sixteen glitches into four distinct categories - 'Cute', 'Annoying', 'Who?' and 'Melanie'.

Sophie wasn't sure why Mel warranted her own category, but naturally hers was the only name in that section. The rest of the glitches were spread evenly into groups of five among the other three categories. Sophie couldn't help but take some weird satisfaction in her name being top of the 'Cute' list, above Abigail, Laura, Lucy and Leiliani. The 'Annoying' list - topped by Lexie, even as a frog - also featured Cassie, Chantelle, Barbie and Maggie - whose name had been transferred from the 'Who?' group earlier by Rebecca as Sophie watched. Those who remained in the 'Who?' group were Tina, Olivia, Anna, Julianne and Jenny. As insulting as it sounded, that felt like the best group to be in. Certainly the 'Who?' group was the only one that reminded untouched by the witch, while the other categories were slowly being decimated; It seemed Rebecca preferred fucking with those she found either irritating or attractive rather than the ones she struggled to remember.

"Ah great, you waited here for me!" Rebecca quipped as she re-entered her room; Sophie wished she could roll her eyes. These relentless 'Sophie can't move' jokes were getting incredibly tiring already "Good news, my spell to teleport you freely around my property and change your position as I please is ready, it takes up barely any charge so we can make a start with it right away. You okay with that? Speak now or forever hold your peace!"

Sophie, of course, remained still and silent. The witch came and sat down by the statue's side, initially stroking her arm as she spoke - this time in a softer, more sympathetic tone - before inevitably letting her hand venture onto Sophie's right breast, teasing her nipple expertly. Sophie hated that it felt so good to her.

"Look Sophie, this isn't personal. You can see from my board you were always one of my favourites. In fact, I think I shall give you your own category too, just like your best buddy Mel"

Sophie continued to sit in motionless silence.

"I'm sorry for mocking you, I'll try and make less jokes about all of this. I know being a statue kind of sucks for you, but I didn't do this to be mean, I just can't afford to have you moving or talking. Not until all this is over. But it will be, eventually, I can assure you. Whatever might or might not happen to your friends, everything is going to work out fine for you, I promise"

Then, to Sophie's great surprise, the witch leaned in and pressed her own lips against the statues. Not for a quick peck either - this was a tender, lingering heartfelt kiss with eyes closed and everything. This really was Charlie all over again. Sophie wondered what it was about her that brought this out in people?

"Okay, since were going to be spending an awful lot of time together I think I should get to know you more intimately. Now, where am I going to put you and, more importantly, how are we going to have you pose for me?"