{"sf1_id":899242,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Witch Blood 12","author":"Little Red Wolf","words":3912,"posted_at":"2015-08-16T18:55:00.000Z","tags":["Domination/Submission","Dominatrix","F/F","Human","Metaphor","Story Progression","witch"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/899242-witch-blood-12","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/899242","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=899242\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The world formed out of fuzzy\nconfusion. Rhea's chest heaved and she found her fists crossed in front of her\neyes. She recalled a dream of gruff witch hunters holding her under water and\nthen sticking a thin reed into her lips to breathe through. The faint trickle\nof life giving air would keep her alive but she could not fight back ... and she\nknew it was a metaphor. Pushing sweat back from her face did not improve her\noutlook but it rubbed sleep-soot out of her eyes and brought fresh blood to the\nsurface.\nHer waking routine began with a\ntrip to the privy followed closely by dragging out her bathing supplies. The\nsmall bedroom she was living in only had a few things in it to mark it as hers\nand she checked on one of those things carefully.\nTiny seeds were sprouting nicely but\nthey were at a state where they needed little attention. Soon they would be\nplanted out near the stable's fence where they could climb and then bloom under\nmoonlight. Another metaphor, she\nthought as she pushed open the window and stared longingly at the setting sun.\nBeing a witch may have qualified\nher as a woman of the night to some but\nshe did not agree. Early morning had always been her private time to set out\ninto the world and now it marked an ending. Day and night had traded roles and\nthe women of the brothel would be waking shortly.\nA lesson from Baba Ginger played in\nher head ... something about a person needing sunshine just like a plant, but she\ncould not remember why. All she was certain of was that her skin was pale and\nher head was aching with strain. Maybe I\nshould stay up until noon or wake before sunset. Maybe I should climb onto the\nroof, strip naked, and bathe in pure sunlight. I'm so tired ... always tired.\nThe scrub brush worked feeling back\ninto her muscles and the water made her feel human again. It was not a hair\nwashing day so she tied it up before settling into the tub and she sighed as\nthe heat pieced through her gloom.\n\"Oh! Uhm ... hi Rhea.\"\n\"Annabelle,\" she replied without\nopening her eyes.\n\"Oh, please don't call me that,\"\nthe young woman pouted. Rhea smiled but she still did not look. She had seen\nher friend's face enough times to know its shape by now.\n\"You smell like the stables,\" Rhea\nteased.\n\"Yes,\" Annabelle said dryly,\n\"that's why I'm here.\"\n\"Uh-huh,\" Rhea muttered. There was\nmore to her snark but it faded in the bliss of the tub. She heard her friend\nrattle around the room and the hiss of water filled a bucket. Bristles began\nscraping over milky skin and the scent of fresh compost mixed with sweat and\nsomething musky. Rhea's eyes blinked open. \"Oh ... gods.\" She lifted her head and\nlooked at Annabelle. There were marks on her skin and her fingers were cleaning\nmoving between her legs in a private cleaning ritual. \"Anna! Did you find\nyourself a stable boy?\"\n\"Wha- no!\" The reaction was so\nabrupt that it could only be a lie. Rhea flung back her head and laughed so\nhard that she had to curl up into a ball. Twisting herself to face Anna let her\nsee a body blush no amount of suds could cover.\n\"Sooo ... he's a stable man, eh?\" Rhea continued teasing. \"Come\non, Anna. Details!\"\nAnna's head twitched and she peaked\nover at her friend. \"Promise you won't laugh?\"\n\"I'll promise not to make fun of\nyou,\" Rhea told her honestly, \"but if I'm really happy for you then I'm going\nto laugh. It's not mean laughter ... but it'll be there.\"\n\"Oh ... alright.\" Anna wrinkled her\nnose and then returned to her cleaning. \"He's ... uhm ...\"\n\"Yes?\" Rhea prodded as she leaned\nforward over the edge of the tub.\n\"He's ... just my type.\"\nThe silence that followed built in\nRhea's chest like steam in a teakettle. Then her inner smart-ass began to\nwhistle. \"Sooo ... he's built like a tree and has one of those names that's a\ngrunt and a feat like, Trog-the-Bull-Rider or Uhg-the-Destroyer?\" She held it\ntogether for three more seconds before bursting into laughter that sent her\nbubbling to the bottom of the tub. When she surfaced she wiped water away and\nthen saw Anna rinsing herself off and covering a mark on her arm. \"Ooor ...\nBiter-the-Woman-Eater?\"\n\"Oh, hush!\" Anna huffed.\n\"Not until you tell me,\" Rhea\nsingsonged.\n\"Alright,\" Anna said with a sigh.\n\"His name does mean mountain ... or at\nleast the hills where the dead are buried.\"\n\"Aaand ... you let him ... bury the\ndead in the middle of the day when we're all asleep but the rest of the world\nis not?\" Rhea felt herself bouncing. Anna winced and looked up at her. \"Yeah, I\nknow, I was stretching to make that one work. But stop stalling ... details.\"\n\"Well,\" Anna hedged and then shook\nher head. \"I don't really want to-\"\n\"Ooohhh no you don't,\" Rhea told\nher in a stern tone that was much too amused to be angry. \"I've been trying to\nfind out who's been plowing your field for weeks! This hound has finally found the\nvixen and the only way you're escaping is to tell me your dirty secrets!\"\n\"Ugh ... fine,\" Anna scowled with\ndisgust. \"His name is Beorgas.\"\n\"A foreigner?\" Rhea asked as a\nsuspicion crept into her spine. Anna nodded. \"From the north?\" Another nod.\n\"Across the sea?\"\n\"Don't ... tell anyone,\" Anna told\nher with a wide-eyed look that went from embarrassment to fear. \"They wouldn't\nunderstand!\"\n\"I'm not sure I understand,\" Rhea admitted in a sober tone. \"It doesn't give me\nthe right to ruin your happiness, but please, be careful.\"\n\"I will,\" Anna said as her\nshoulders slouched in relief.\n\"Now then,\" Rhea declared as she\nshifted to one side to make room, \"come in here and tell me all about it.\" Anna\nhesitated but a look from her friend caused her to give in. Once she was\nsettled comfortably, she looked down and gave a little blush. Rhea admired\nAnna's body and breasts much more openly than before and it placated her for\nseveral wondrous moments before she continued making demands. \"Well?\"\n\"Uhm ... well ... what do ... you want to\nknow?\"\n\"Is he built like an oak with a\ncock like some cellar wrecking root system?\"\n\"Rhee-yah!\" Anna shrieked as her\nfriend giggled. \"Gods! You've taken to Callie's sense of humor like a fish to a\nstream!\"\n\"Well, she has been my mentor for almost a month,\" Rhea reminded her.\n\"Haven't the others been teaching\nyou too?\" Anna asked as she tilted her head to one side.\n\"Yeah ... sort of,\" Rhea admitted as\nshe stretched and leaned back. \"Belinda and Fayre are way too intense for my\ntaste and Mabel gets all of the super emotional clients. They're either\nwanna-be conquerors or men who really wish they were fathers. So they're either\nscary-aggressive or eternally sad, without much in-between.\"\n\"Does that mean your empathy is\nreturning?\" Anna asked as her caregiving expression began to take over.\n\"A little bit,\" Rhea admitted with\na nod. \"My brand is more like a tea-filter than a pile of rubble and I think my\nsenses are adjusting to the quieter flow of the stream.\"\n\"I see,\" Anna said as she gave a\nthoughtful nod. \"I like your tea-filter analogy. We can move the energy through\nbut we can't push too hard or we spill all over and spilling burns us.\"\n\"Yeah, kind of like that!\"\n\"So, what about Opal and Kenna's\nlessons?\" Anna continued. \"Are they any good for you?\"\n\"Opal's good.\" There was a pause\nbefore Rhea could confess her next words. \"She ... kind of ... pisses me off,\nthough.\"\n\"Jealous?\" Anna asked with a smirk.\n\"Have you heard her talk about her\nclients?\" There was a pause as they stared at each other. \"She's a little ...\nharsh.\"\n\"Well,\" Anna began and then she lingered\na little too long before beginning again, \"we don't have clients like she does.\nI'm sure your opinions will change when it happens.\"\n\"Yeah,\" Rhea nodded as she leaned\nback and thought about it. \"I wonder when that'll happen.\" Anna stared to talk\nand then stopped. A knowing hesitation was in her eyes and it would take work\nto get her to spill. \"Don't do it, Anna. I can see you holding out on me.\"\n\"It's not really my place to talk\nabout my mother's business,\" she stated evasively.\n\"So ... no help for a fellow witch?\"\nRhea turned it into a questioning tone that caused her friend to look ashamed.\nThe water pipes rattled as other occupants began their nightly preparations.\nFootsteps moved up and down the hall until one particular set crashed closer\nand flung the door open.\n\"Hellooooo my sexy darlings!\"\nCallie shouted and the tension broke into uncomfortable laughter. \"Uh-oh.\nSomething's brewing. What's up?\"\n\"Oh, well-\" Anna started but Rhea\ninterrupted her.\n\"I'm training with Kenna tonight,\"\nshe said darkly, and Callie's face fell a bit.\n\"Oh, well ... yeah,\" she took a\nbreath and huffed it out. \"It'll be okay. Kenna's scary but she knows a lot.\nJust be careful about her art. Once she gets talking ... well. She can get a bit\nphilosophical.\"\n\"The art and philosophy of\nsex-craft?\" Rhea asked with an amused smirk.\n\"Hey, you've been warned,\" Callie\ntold her. \"Kenna will flay your hide and eat you alive if you annoy her so just\nbe polite and attentive.\"\n\"What did she do to you?\" Rhea\nasked suspiciously, and Callie shivered.\n\"You don't want to know.\"\n \n*****\n \n\"Have you ever touched a penis?\"\nKenna asked the question with the cold intensity which she did most things.\nRhea found herself flinching at the woman's domineering manner but she was\ncertain it was mostly because they were standing in a candlelit room that\nresembled a torture chamber. There were strange metal contraptions with straps\nand shelves covered in devices that the young witch could only guess at.\nRight\n... it has nothing to do with what we're wearing. I'm sure that if we took all of\nthe cloth from both of our outfits and wove it into one garment ... the tailor\nmight be able to get one whole shirt out of it.\nRhea bit back her discomfort and\nran her thumb along the material to free it from her cheeks. Then she faced the\nother woman with all of the courage she could muster. \"Only one,\" she admitted,\n\"but I did a lot of things with it. I'm not a virgin, you know.\"\n\"Are you not a virgin ... everywhere?\" the leather-clad woman\nasked with a furrowed brow that caused Rhea to buckle under the hidden\nmeanings. Kenna began running skilled hands along the slender curves of her\nmuscular body. A hypnotic heat filled the room like a ritual, drawing all eyes\nand leaving the faculties muddy. Rhea realized she was gawking and wrestled for\ncontrol of herself.\n\"Do not avert your eyes,\" Kenna\nordered, and Rhea reacted as if stung. A graceful hand took up a ridding crop\nand caught the younger woman a blow along her bare ribs. The gasp of shock\nbecame one of confused pleasure as the sensation tingled its way along one\nside. \"I am the mistress of this lesson, little servant. Do you understand me?\"\nRhea hesitated and Kenna leaned forward, her voice pitched low and breathy. \"I\nwant to hear you say it.\"\n\"Y-yeah,\" she stuttered.\n\"Yes, Mistress,\" Kenna corrected\nher.\n\"Yes ... Mistress,\" Rhea repeated and\nshe began to wonder what type of magic this woman wielded that controlled\npeople so efficiently.\nA wicked little smirk appeared at\nthe corner of the perfect mouth. Goosebumps rushed across Rhea's skin as the\nleather of the ridding crop began to trace a line across exposed flesh, moving\nfrom side, to stomach, to just below her navel. \"Are you not a virgin ... here?\"\n\"Y-yes, Mistress,\" Rhea barely\nanswered. Her heart was racing as Kenna circled around behind her. Both hands\nslid up naked arms and then came up to cup full breasts, the riding crop tucked\nwas tucked under them but she barely noticed.\n\"Are you not a virgin ... here?\"\n\"Yeh ... yes ... mistress!\" A moan\nslipped out as warm breath touched her neck. She's so close ... doing so much ... why is my body reacting like this?\nVelvet fingers slid lower and the\ntips of savage nails raked lightly down exposed flanks. Then Rhea felt her\nbottom being cupped. \"What about here?\" Kenna asked softly. \"Did your lover\npenetrate you here?\"\n\"W-what?\" Confusion caused the\nspell to lose its power and the intruding hands drew back.\nKenna circled around to stand in\nfront of Rhea once more and she gestured to her own sex with the ridding crop.\n\"If a man enters your body here and comes to completion, then you have\naccomplished what any healthy woman can do.\" She slid the tip of the leather a\nlittle farther back until it was positioned at her bottom. \"If the man enters\nhere, it is just as likely that he\nwill come to completion, though it takes training and preparation for you to enjoy it.\"\nRhea's already excited body had no\ntrouble recalling Lyle's weight on her back and his teeth on the nape of her\nneck. But the thought of him entering her from that place did not sound\npleasant.\n\"Any moist opening can bring a man\nto completion,\" Kenna explained, \"but there are other ways that require skill\nand artistry. The easiest ways are always the most dangerous to you. When the\nseed of a man enters your body, you make yourself vulnerable to pregnancy,\ndisease, and the poisons of another's soul. Every man carries the burdens of\nlife within him and his seed is an expression of those burdens. If it gets into\nyou ... then you will carry a measure of those burdens.\"\nRhea tried to think of something to\nsay but the whole experience, both the conversation and the pressing of\nphysical boundaries, was too much for her to grasp yet.\n\"Painters and poets release their\nfrustrations into their art,\" Kenna continued, \"but most men cannot find\nrelease without the intervention of another. That is where we come in. We are\nwielders of forbidden pleasures. It takes training and practice to achieve ...\nbut it is worth it.\"\nKenna brandished the ridding crop\nand Rhea watched it with morbid fascination. When it landed on her ribs, the\nsting elicited another gasp of pleasant shock. \"Each person has their own\nweaknesses.\" The leather began to trace lines of sensation as its wielder\ncircled. \"Each person has places of pleasure and pain that are different from\nothers. Some people like to be beaten and others abhor such an idea.\" The\nleather tip of the ridding crop touched Rhea's back, her shoulder, slid softly\nover her collar bone, and settled under her chin. \"Did you ever ... taste him?\"\n\"Y-yeah,\" she admitted.\n\"And did you like the taste of his\nseed?\"\n\"No!\" Rhea neatly shouted but then\nshe settled a bit. \"No, it was all ... I ... I just didn't like it.\"\n\"Pity,\" Kenna shrugged as she\nstepped back, breaking the physical contact. \"It is more difficult if you\ndislike the taste.\"\n\"How difficult?\" Rhea asked as her\ntutor as the woman moved to a table of toys and picked up a length of polished\nglass. Several pieces of leather attached it to a small harness that could be\nworn around the waist.\n\"Nothing a little training cannot\nhandle,\" the serious woman said with a languid grace. She held the phallic\nglass before her like a holy relic and her expression lost its playfulness.\n\"This, is what makes a man weak. Kingdoms have fallen because of this little\nbeast. Wars have been fought and scores of men have killed each other due to\nthe passions contained in their blood. When a man does not release his passion,\nit builds.\"\nKenna curled the fingers of one\nhand and began to slide the cylinder forward and back. \"When the pressure is\ntoo great, the man explodes. Some men explode into violence, others explode\ninto art, and others ...\" Her fingers quickened over the glass and Rhea felt her\npulse gallop more quickly at the sight of it. Moisture began to gather at her\ncore and her breath came in short excited bursts.\nEventually Kenna stopped and Rhea\nbecame suddenly aware of her reactions. Their eyes met and Rhea could see the\ndark amusement in the other woman. \"The man who comes here cums to completion\nin our hands, looses his lust, and then returns to his normal life. Do you\nunderstand?\"\nRhea let out her breath and paused\nbefore speaking. \"Wait ... are you telling me that men will freak out and kill\neach other if we don't have sex with them?\"\n\"Many of them will,\" Kenna told\nher. \"Some are better at containing themselves than others ... but all require\nrelease.\"\n\"No,\" Rhea shook her head and she\nlet out a little laugh. I've made jokes\nabout it but there's no way ... \"Men aren't that monstrous! Maybe some of them are like that but men aren't ... they\naren't all-\" She lost the ability to continue when she looked back into Kenna's\neyes. The ferocity that raged within those pools of inky darkness suddenly\nterrified her and Rhea was suddenly uncertain of everything.\n\"We are the harbingers of desire,\"\nKenna growled. \"Men must loose their seed or be consumed by rage. The church\ntells them it is a sin to do this on their own so they search for a mate. The\nchurch then tells them it is a sin to have sex outside of the creation of\nchildren. The church then tells them they are not to enjoy such an act.\"\nKenna took a deep breath and then\nregained control of her anger. \"Have you ever noticed how zealots are so full\nof anger? Celibacy is an unnatural thing that causes holy men to abuse their\nflocks, molest children, and murder people who displease them. It is our job to\nharness these passions and give them release. Bring a man to completion and his\nanger falls flaccid. Then he can return to his life, do as he wills yet harm\nnone.\"\nRhea tried to picture Lyle and the\nway restraint he always showed around her. Was\nhe burning alive with lust? Would he have hurt me if I had denied him? No ... not\nLyle. Then something else drew her attention. Do as he wills yet harm none. There was ritual to the words, and\nthey touched memories in Rhea's mind. She's\na witch ... and she's obsessed with power. Power through sex. I wonder ...\n\"Kenna, were you raped?\" Rhea\nsuddenly realized she had spoken her thoughts. It was not a delicate question\nbut the words were out and so she would need to own them.\n\"No,\" Kenna told her firmly. \"I\nhave never been raped.\"\n\"Oh, I'm sorry,\" Rhea blurted\nawkwardly. \"You just seemed-\"\n\"Obsessed?\" Kenna asked, and her\nposture seemed to relax a bit. \"I am not a victim, Rhea, but I am not blind.\nSex is about power. Two people who are in love will share their power with each\nother. You trust your partner and your partner trusts you. You trade the power\nback and forth. You give him control and then he gives it back. Each time you\ngive up control you reinforce your trust. It is a beautiful thing.\"\nRhea remembered giving control to\nLyle. There was so much power in his body and she could tell part of him was\nalways holding back. He gave me control\nand then I gave him control. We both wanted the best for the other and we could\ntell when we made love. That's why I trusted him ... no, I still trust him.\nThat's why he sent me away.\n\"Have you ever loved a man like\nthat?\" Rhea asked.\n\"Not like you have,\" Kenna\nadmitted, \"but I enjoy their company.\" There was a pause as the tutor returned\nher equipment to their shelves and then leaned back in a relaxed posture. \"This\nplace isn't about love, Rhea, it's about power. The men that come here want to\nfeel the thrill of decision. Every man is cursed with a terrible burden. It\nsays, 'I want to put my penis in her.' Then there is a terrible surge of lust\nthat he needs to beat back and control. This place is a refuge. Men can loose\ntheir lust and we get to control them while it's happening. They pay us for\nthis service and life goes on.\"\n\"So, this is a game to you?\" Rhea\nasked, and Kenna nodded.\n\"It is one of the great games. Once\nyou learn the rules and the techniques, you will discover pleasures you did not\nknow existed. Being desired ... controlling a man's lust and directing his need ...\nit is a thrill like few others. You've been in love. Do you remember the lust\nin his eyes? Do you remember ... the power?\"\n\"It's not the same,\" Rhea said as\nshe shook her head.\n\"You're right,\" Kenna admitted.\n\"It's not the same. But you may still enjoy it.\"\n\"I may?\"\n\"Yes, you may.\" Kenna's smile faded\nand her voice turned cold once more. \"Or, you can choose to hate it and feel\nnothing but contempt for the men who come into this place. That choice is your\nown, but I recommend you find the good and cling to it. Otherwise you will be\nmiserable.\"\nQuiet contemplation was allowed to\nfill the room as Rhea focused on the concept. \"I don't know,\" she finally\nadmitted. \"It really goes against everything I've been taught.\"\n\"Yes, I know,\" Kenna said with a\nnod. \"But I doubt you'll be stuck servicing commoners.\"\n\"What do you mean?\" Rhea asked.\n\"Your price was too high,\" Kenna\ntold her. \"Madam Bellisa has a plan for you.\"\n\"What kind of a plan?\"\n\"An expensive plan.\" The tutor\nconsidered something for a moment and then shrugged. \"Whatever she has planned,\nyou're going to need to understand the fine lines between pleasure and pain.\nWe'll begin with your stance and then you'll learn to control your face. Once\nyou've mastered that we'll move to some whip-work.\"\n\"You're ... going to teach me to use\na whip?\" Rhea asked with a smirk.\n\"Among other things,\" Kenna told\nher. Rhea jumped when the tall woman put her hand on her shoulder and the icy\ngaze held her firm. \"You are safe here, Rhea. I will not harm you and I will\nstop the moment you tell me to. My job is to inflict pleasure, but I cannot do\nso without your consent. If you say the safe word then I will stop. Do you\nunderstand me?\"\nRhea nodded numbly and then Kenna\nstepped back and held up her whip. \"The safe word ... is leather.\" She cracked the whip and Rhea's heart leapt. \"Say it.\"\n\"L-leather,\" Rhea managed as her\nvoice quivered.\n\"Good. Now, let us begin.\"","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/895972-witch-blood-11.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/907076-witch-blood-13.json"}