The time in Paradise had a way of slipping by unnoticed and all too soon, as far as Cindy was concerned, it was nearing the end of the time that they had scheduled here. Though there was almost an eternity of time, it was considered gauche to over stay your appointed time. That last night they stayed up all night with a roaring bond fire and Cindy wondered how so short a time could so change how a person looked at the world and felt about so many basic things.

Though she was still a child in years, she no longer felt that silly childish discomfort and reserve that was normal when a young person was around adults. She was a Witch, abet a very novice one, and was beginning to see things through new eyes. The men in particular were viewed most differently. Their age was as hair color and meaningless. Men are all, she decided, at least Witchmen, just little boys forever.

She loved them all and even her Dad was seen in a new light as even he was not immune to her Witchy charms. Though she had not acted on it, she knew that at some point he also would be as a small boy with her, quenching his need in hers. Jay was strangely pleased that she had, as a good witch should, spread her affection out freely. He seemed to take pleasure in her sharing and was even more ardent when she returned to him as she did almost every night.

Her relationships with the Witches were different as well and it was her lack of experience and not her age that set them slightly apart. This was different though because as they all could measure her potential and growing strength, she was not treated as less, just inexperienced and they all shared her pleasure as they helped her grow and spread her Witchy wings.

Jay assured her that this wasn’t always the case and that she was getting a real boost that would position her well when she entered school in the fall. He told her that while there wasn’t much aggressive competition among the young witches, there was a definite pecking order; especially between the upper-class witches and the newbies.

That last night in the sand she made time for each of the men and was sure to taste and appreciate each ones special sweetness. To her surprise though she also found herself alone with Jackie and with her found a new and very special sweetness that she was to learn could only be found in the arms of another witch. For the first time she experienced that, reaching inside and touching, that Jay had commented on being something that a witchman could only find in the love of a witch.

She understood then why once a witchman had been brought in, he was forever bound to the Sisterhood of witches. While for her, it would never replace the thrill of what she found when she touched a man, neither would it ever be something that she went long without again. Jackie was her first Witch lover and would because of that if no other reason forever hold a special place in her heart.

When they returned to the beach, Cindy saw that there had been a pavilion erected and in it was a low narrow bed. At the foot of it was a pole and from this pole hung a full bag. She didn’t question when she was led to the bed by Jackie and positioned on the end of the bed face down with her hips raised on a slanted pillow.

Her Mother spoke, she was now acting as the leader of the coven, “As is tradition Little One, you are, until you are grown and find or form your own coven, a member of mine. This has been your introduction into our midst as Jackie, Marissa and Lara representing Pam are my triad. The three of them form my base and under each of them sets their triads. This is why there are 13 full members in a coven. 1+3+9 in three levels. We will now by thirteen’s make you ours.

Each of the four witches would come to her with their favorite implement and present her ass with thirteen strokes. The big nozzle would be inserted and she was told that the enemas would continue one after another until she had taken thirteen quarts. During each bag each witch would bring her man and he would be allowed thirteen of his special strokes as she took the enema. After the last enema each man would then be allowed to finish and then while she held both the enema and their seed she would take thirteen strokes from the coven, three each from each witch and one final one from the high priestess.

With out further warning Cindy’s ass was wet and prepared for the ceremony. The thirteen swats from each witch seemed to last forever and before they were half done she was crying softly. Not once though did she move or in any way try to avoid their efforts. Jay knelt beside her and held her hands, not to restrain them but to comfort her and share his care with her as she suffered.

When it was done, her ass felt as if it were on fire and she was glad when the big Nozzle was pushed into her waiting ass. It was big and taking it distracted her from the fire without. She heard the click and felt the solution begin to flow. Almost at once she felt a gentle pressure as her first “visitor” came to her and lovingly shared himself with her. It felt good and she lay her face into Jays hands as they each took their time and carefully loved her as the enema ran into her. After three had been there, She felt Jay as he gently removed his hands from hers and another pair replaced them. She looked up and saw that it was her Dad.

“Jay will take my place Princess, as your Mothers surrogate. Now relax, you are a Witch, enjoy the worship we offer you.” Her Dad whispered.

The men went through two full cycles before on shaking legs she was led behind a dune to release the first 3 quart enema. She was washed in the sea and then returned for a second fill. When the third had been both given and released she was carried back and again placed. This enema would be the biggest and last. A full 4 quarts given as each man shared his love and seed with her.

The big nozzle was placed and the enema started. The first, she didn’t look nor care which of her lovers it was, was slow and gentle right up until he started to cum and then as she herself was cumming. At last ended the teasing gentleness and they truly gave her the fucking she craved. As Soon as he was through he was replaced and the fucking went on, hard and driving. Each man seemed to feed off of the excitement of the one that passed before and she for her part once she started to cum, never stopped. She writhed in passion unable to lay still and bear the intense agony of her ecstasy. So excited were the men by her ardor and wild spasming tight pussy that they finished before the full 4 quarts were in her.

When the fourth man finished, her Mama leaned down and kissed her whispering, “It is nearly over Baby, there isn’t more than a quart left in the bag.”

Cindy was still cumming in tiny little waves and filled to capacity with the lust of the enema and her long over flowed hinder regions. “Mama, I want Daddy!!! Please let him be a part of this too! I love him and want him! He is too good and kind but I can feel his need and want. I want him to help me finish!” Her words were coarsely pushed out between little moans and gasps.

“Are you sure Baby, I don’t ever want you to have regrets. It can never be undone and your relationship will forever change.” Her Mom asked.

“PLEASE Mama!” She turned her head in his hands and looked at him. “Please Daddy! Help me finish!”

Sheryl looked at her daughter and then her husband. The wild power and lust of this small yet powerful witch was remarkable and with a smile she ordered him to do as was asked.

Cindy couldn’t believe how right it felt as she felt his entrance. He was not the biggest of the men but some how he seemed to penetrate the deepest. She realized that what she felt was some special connection that was already there before this started and it filled her heart with his special love as she indeed was washed away with him in his rush to completion.

Unlike the other men he had knelt beside her and watched all through her passage. Now it was HIS turn and it was with a total and urgent happy rush that he entered her mind and body. Together they fed off of each others feelings and arousal and together they finished with orgasms of such intensity that the sheer power of it, passing as it did through the lens of her growing power, caused every man there to harden and ejaculate again in an instant. Every witch’s knees buckled and as one they all screamed and rolled through a magical shared orgasmic wave that consumed them all. When it had passed at last, each of them feeling not just their own but also their sisters pleasures, the silence was as the stillness of the dawn.

Cindy was the first to break that silence. “Mama! I need my whipping! This enema is huge and feels like it is GROWING inside of me!”

The 4 Witches, laughing rushed to her and with her Dad on one side of her and Jay on the other side of her, she was held and supported as the nozzle was pulled from her. Each Witch gave her much abused bottom three smacks. Cindy, still flying from it all wasn’t sure if they were just weak efforts or if she was just beyond that type of thing right then.

Which ever it was though, the strokes were to her, a pleasure. When each had done her three, Sheryl took up a golden rod. The sun was just rising from the sea and as the two men held her firm, facing the rising sun, Sheryl laid one last stroke onto her bottom. This one was different and Cindy screamed as it landed. It felt like it sizzled when it contacted her and it burned deeply into her. She was though, immediately she was lifted and carried to first release the enema and when it was mostly out, to the sea where she was held and gently washed. The burn on her ass slowly mellowed to a glowing warmth and when she reached she could feel a risen welt where it had marked her.

She looked into her Mother’s eyes. “That HURT, what was it?”

It is the Rod of the Coven Cindy. You will bear its mark until it is removed and replaced by another. It means that you belong. The welt will fade and the mark will only be visible to a witch…but you have been marked for life and all will know that you are ours and to do you harm will bring forth our wrath.”

“Oh, so all Girls go through this. It is like passing a thing that witches all go through.” Cindy said nodding her understanding.

“No Cindy, most do not have this done. We have all talked when you were not around; Jaclyn even went and talked to the rest of the coven and the Queen before we did this to you.” Sheryl told her.

“Then WHY Mama? Why me, did I do something wrong?”

Sheryl and Jackie helped her back to the pavilion and let her lay face down on the bed as the four witches gathered around. The men just seemed to wander away without a word and the four witches sat down around her.

Sheryl spoke. “Cindy, every few generations there comes a Witch that is a little different. They are always a bit precocious in our ways and early on manifest certain special abilities. You are one such. We could all feel it but if there was ever any doubt it vanished this morning. Pam and I knew it when you took Jay that first night and the two of you lifted and even though you were filled with a power far exceeding your control, he was not only not hurt, you pleasured him.

The Queen and our night at The Sweetest Nipple were so that she could feel you and see you under pressure and at ease. This is also why Georgina was taken from you as councilor and why she was so angry at times. She is a sweet Girl Cindy but you would have been far too much for her to handle. Even with the backing of her entire Coven, you would have been too much. Like, you see, attracts like and none in her coven are especially strong though they have their special abilities and are as important as any coven there is.

You have been given to us, not because you are my daughter, even though that has a place in it, but because we are the most powerful coven in the new world. Your Aunt Pam and I, between us, are the two most powerful witches in the world…until you were passed.” Cindy, wide eyed, waited for the rest that she could feel now unsaid.

“Pam is NOT here because…well…sometimes when these special ones come, they lose touch and sometimes they…hurt the ones around them in the early weeks of their witchdom. The Queen forbade that we both place ourselves in position where you could, if the worst happened, take us both.”

“What do you mean ‘TAKE’ you, Mama?”

“There at the end of your introduction into the Coven…you WERE aware of the special joining and pleasure weren’t you?”

“You mean when me and Daddy shared with all of you?”

“Yes Baby that is what I am talking about. Honey, that is not something that most Witches can do. Witch powers are very limited when directed at other Witches. That is why we are so careful NOT to pass a witch that is not of the right temperament. That is why it is so terrible when a mistake is made. It takes the combined power of many witches to undo that once it is done. Doing it is like trying to hammer a tiny finishing nail through a little hole in the center of a priceless porcelain plate to attach it to a wall…with a sledge hammer. The results are not often very gratifying!”

All Cindy could say was a soft. “Oh!”

“With someone like you there would be NO hope. There just are not enough powerful ones to handle you gently. If things had gone bad here the door to this place would have been sealed and you as well as what of us survived, would have been trapped here for eternity.”

Tears ran from Cindy’s eyes. “Oh Mama, I’m a Monster!!!!”

Eight hands came to her and as one voice they said, “No Little Sister, when under the direst of duress, mad with pain and lust, all you did was share your joy. We were all blessed by your gift and will for the rest of our lives through your gift, be able to be as one when we wish it.” Cindy felt their touch now and their thoughts. It was true they were as one when it was wished and the love she felt was wondrous.

“What happens to me now?” Cindy asked.

“Nothing!” the Four as one answered. “You will go to school and learn as all witches do. You will differ only in that you will receive secret special instruction and be helped to grow into your powers as gently as possible. Unlike most you will always have a special monitor so if you make a mistake it can be fixed as soon as possible. Just as you have now in school.

This has to be so because you unlike other new witches could actually do something witchy to a witch that couldn’t easily be undone later. Don’t think of this as a guard on you.” They sensed her feelings. “Rather she will be like your invisible Fairy Godmother. We, your sisters will make her and see that this is so.”

Cindy could feel their love and knew this was true. “If you are as others of your special kind you will someday form a coven of covens and with this you will be able to do things undreamed of…Until then though…” The voices broke apart and now only the voice of her Mother spoke. “You will just be my Baby and a regular little Witch Girl. No one outside of this coven and the Queens coven will know and that is how it will be kept.”

“What about Georgina? Is she in the Queens coven?” Cindy asked.

“No.” Sheryl answered. “She has no memory of you now. The night of your passing she was alone studying a special manuscript. Any other time she might have met you…she was similarly engaged. We want you to be able to have as normal a life and schooling as possible. This is as the Queen has ruled. When we go back this evening you will find that this is all a little distant and not troubling, this we can do for you. This fall you will go to school and life will be good. Jay I’m afraid is terminally smitten by you. We also sense that the feeling is mutual. This is good.”

Her Mom looked at her. “Baby, when you grow into your powers you will be able to fix the damaged ones and free the imprisoned ones. Never again as long as you live will we had to do such because you will be able to do with them as we do with the Fragilis. It has been nearly 300 years since we last had a true Queen who was able to do for us what you will do.”

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The End… For now

5/30/05 rewritten 9/28/10

Fiction From DanL

Cast Of Characters

Cynthia (Cindy) Anne Bartholomew ---18 year old apprentice witch, long black hair and a nice figure. 5’ 4” 115lbs

Sheryl Lynn Bartholomew ---Cynthia’s Beautiful Mom much the same in appearance as Cynthia except more mature.

Broderick (Rick) Jefferson Bartholomew ---Cynthia’s Dad

Pamela (Pam) Jean Jacobson---Aunt Pam Sheryl’s twin sister.

Dan Jack Jacobson---Pam’s Hubby

Jane Janet (JJ) Jacobson---Eldest daughter of Pam and Rick.

Sarah Jennifer Jacobson---Jane’s little sister.

Bethany (The Brat) Joan Jacobson---Jane’s littlest sister.

Louisa---The Queen Witch of the council of covens to which they all belong.

Georgina---Louisa’s Daughter and a professor of Ethics and etiquette at Isis’s University of Witchcraft. North American Branch

Jason Fulbrite (Jay) Cindy’s first at her passing. A Sophomore at the University in the Fall semester.

Jaclyn---Cindy’s first councilor and a professor of magical transformations.

Marisa and Sam Short---Friends of Cindy’s Mom, went to paradise with them.

Lara and Gerry Huffman--- Friends of Cindy’s Mom, went to paradise with them.

Joey…Jackie’s date on the trip to paradise

Dictionary of Terms

Phasmanus---Your phantom hand that allows you to manipulate the ether of time and space creating “Magic”

Bootstrapping---Flying without any support other than your will and the correct use of your phasmanus.

Porting---The instantaneous movement of a person from point to point through a portal made by the Phasmanus

Fragilis---Non-witches

Generatella---Create a web, make something from nothing, this is what a Witch is doing when she is working her magic

Copyright… May 2005 rewritten September 2010

Fiction From DanL

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