When she was done with her bath she put on a t-shirt but didn’t bother with panties and went to her bed. It wasn’t long before she heard the water running in the bathroom and knew that they would soon be coming. Her Dad had given her enemas when she was little and even helped Mom a few times in the more recent years but the thought of him seeing her if she got excited was just plain embarrassing. When they came in, Her Dad had the bag and mom was carrying the lube, gloves and something wrapped in a towel.

Mom smiled and said softly, “I want you to relax now and just let me and your Dad take care of you. I know it feels weird, but this is another fragilis thing you need to get over. Your Dad is a witchman and gives great enemas. He will not however do sexual things with you now so you can relax on that count. I remember my first enemas after passing. I was embarrassed, a little afraid and terribly excited. My Daddy had never given me an enema before and I just about freaked. That is why your Dad gave them to you when you were little and why he has been helping sometimes lately.” She rolled Cindy onto her tummy and after getting her to lift her hips, put a towel covered pillow under her hips. “Rick is going to give you your enema and then leave while I help you with your hold and release.

Cindy trembled as she felt her Dad spread her cheeks and then after dabbing a bit of lubrication right on her opening, deftly slide his finger into her. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping her lips and the involuntary twitch of her hips. As he spread the lubrication all around inside her she buried her face in the bed and tried desperately not to respond as her body was wanting too. Once he was done and had withdrawn and inserted the nozzle it was better and she relaxed into the familiar feeling of taking an enema. He rubbed the muscles in her lower back and controlled the flow so that she never felt a single cramp. Of course she had received so many enemas lately that she was almost cleaned out anyway. When the bag was empty he patted her on the ass and then removed the nozzle. Cindy looked back and saw that he was lubricating a butt plug. That told her that she was going to have to hold this enema for a while. The plugs were only used when the enema had to stay in longer than the normal 10 minutes required for a regular enema. She relaxed as much as she could and as the plug went in she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. Her hips thrust back as her ass swallowed the plug and sucked it in. A loud contented moan escaped her and she felt the rush of goose bumps running up her back from her ass.

“See, I told you that she was a real firecracker.” Sheryl told Rick. “You scoot now; we have things we need to take care of now. I’ll call you when she is ready for the rinse.” After Cindy heard the door close, Sheryl said, “You did good Baby. Your Dad loves you a lot and it pleased him to give you pleasure. You have to understand, that is what Witchmen live for. It is how they are judged and it is hard for then that they are forbidden to help their daughters. I’m not talking about incest dear, I am talking about love and pleasure.”

“I know Mom. I really wouldn’t have minded if he had stayed.”

“No Baby, it is the way we must live, besides the problems that come with incestual relations, you could never bear a baby that could pass into witch hood from any man closer than a second or third cousin. The same reason a second daughter must be fragilis. There is something in the genes that will not allow it. We just want you to feel comfortable when he is around because in the years to come, we hope that we can be friends and there will be a lot of places where we will be together and we wouldn’t want you to feel inhibited because we were there.”

“Then why didn’t you just let him stay and watch?”

“Because I didn’t know how it would affect you and we didn’t want you to feel too embarrassed.”

Cindy lay there for a second thinking. “Maybe you are right I was really embarrassed and sort of worried. I think that after the next one though we should let him stay…he can hold my hand can’t he?”

“Certainly. He loves you very much dear; you have to understand, this is all very hard for him. He is trained to serve and please witches. I know, it sounds like they are servants and that isn’t the way it is but it is also true that he wants to please. The desire of a witchman to please is like the desire of a witch to rule and grow powerful. As we have carefully weeded out the witches that were not controllable or impulsive or arrogant, so have the witchmen been weeded. The same genes that make you what you are make a witchman what he is. We are two halves and neither is whole without the other. When you passed, his little girl ceased to exist and in her place returned the only witch in the world that he is forbidden to please or serve. He has to fight his very instincts both as a father and a witchman until he and you form a new relationship.”

“What should I do Mom?” Cindy felt a sadness growing within. “I’m not sure that I am ready to give up him as my Dad just yet. To you he may be a witchman but to me he is still Dad’”

I know Baby, but you have to understand, he can feel your power growing…hell Baby, everyone at your passing and later at the reception can feel you. You are going to be a VERY strong witch. This makes it so that everyone around you can feel your powers seething and growing by leaps and bounds. For a witchman it is like the call of the horn for the hounds. You are going to find yourself VERY popular at school. Both witches and witchmen will be drawn to your power.” Sheryl Laughed. “And right now I can feel your power demanding release and satisfaction so lay back and let your ole mom show you a thing or two.”

Cindy put her head down and without being asked opened her legs for what her body and spirit were demanding. She felt something teasing at the opening of her and moaned in purest satisfaction as she felt something sliding in and filling the empty void inside of her.

“Sheryl chortled and said, This is for you. Think of it as your witches broom. I suspect that in centuries past witches may have indeed ridden their brooms though not while flying.” Cindy began to buck and moan louder. “This was made for you by a very special friend of mine. It is of the purest crystal and tempered so it is almost diamond hard by witchcraft. You couldn’t break it with a sledgehammer.”

Cindy heard but at the time was unable to comment as the crystal phallus stroked its way in and out of her. It was big and rippled from end to end with a larger head than shaft. It was curved perfectly such that it touched ALL of the best places at the same time and when pushed in all the way tickled her clit and made her feel like it was up under her breasts somewhere. When she was cumming in furious waves she reached down and pulled it all the way in with her hands and ground her hips against it as she rolled on and on through the tempestuous sea of near endless orgasms.

When at last, to tired to hold it in any more, she let it go and it slipped from her. Finally she gasped, “CRImany Mom!! Is that thing legal!!!”

Giggling she told Cindy, “Legal yes, available to fragilis, no. It is witched and the perfect lover for the lonely witch. It might never replace a witchman but it will keep you afloat when there isn’t one handy!”

Cindy was still panting and shuddering a few minutes later when they went to the toilet and let her release the enema. As she did, she had a second rush of little fires that raced through her loins. “Ooooooooooo!!” she sighed in pleasure. “That is so nice!”

Her Mom leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “That’s my little firecracker!”

When she was done and all cleaned up they returned her to bed and this time positioned her on her back. Sheryl called Rick and her came and prepared the rinse. When he came Sherry lifted Cindy’s legs and held them as he lubricated her and inserted the big nozzle. Cindy couldn’t help a little squeak as the nozzle passed and popped in. It just felt soooo nice. The enema was a big one as final rinse enemas always are and it took her a while to master the entire bag. As soon as it was in though Sheryl took the “broomstick” and told Cindy to open up.

Rick started to leave when Cindy called out to him. “Dad…could you stay and hold my hand?” She could tell from the look of joy on his face that she had done the right thing.

He returned to her and knelt on the floor beside her bed. He held her hands and kissed her forehead as she again traveled the highs and rushes of her newly found friend. Somehow having him there felt right and she came with an even greater intensity than before as she bucked and thrusted against it. At one point she had her hand between her legs with his on top of them as she came in huge groaning orgasms. When she finally returned to this world her Dad’s face was the first thing she saw and she kissed him hard on the lips.

“I love you Dad!!!!”

“I love you to Little One. You are really going to be something! Ya know it?”

“I already am…Your daughter!”