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Intermezzo 1 - A Gathering Of Witches free porn video
Charia stifled the impulse to pinch her nose, rub her eyes, or message
her forehead. She contemplated using magic to ease her headache, but she
was sure that would only make it worse. Not to mention, it would show
weakness to the other members of the council. She was the de-facto leader
of the CWC. The Central Witch Council. A position she had hard fought for
and was easily enough to lose.
"Next!" Charia shouted out and the previous witch agent slung back to her
seat. It was a debriefing day. Once a month, the council was apprised of
current matters concerning cases that threatened to expose magic to
mundanes.
A mid-twenties woman stood up from the peanut gallery and walked before
the council. As all agents, she looked prim and proper in her three-piece
suit. The pants and jacket were black. As was the fedora most witches of
the CWC wore these days. Charia missed the times a witch could wear a
traditional robe. The agent also wore a blue tie. Marking her as an agent
of the investigative branch.
"Amanine Dristle," the agent introduced herself while giving a curtsy.
"Today, I am presenting the case of Richard Hampton. Now known as Ricky
Hampton. Mister Hampton was - and I quote - cursed by an upset witch.
This curse changed the gender of Mister Hampton to a woman and gave her
an extraordinary gift."
As agent Dristle hesitated to continue, Charia lost her patience. "Out
with it. If this Hampton fellow was mundane before, the ability can't be
that strong."
"Well. She appears to have daydreams. Even before her change. Imaging
garments made out of latex. Now-" Dristle now looked truly uncomfortable.
"Her daydreams now lead her body to manufacture these garments within
itself."
"What do you mean by: within her body?" fellow councilwoman Desirah
Thorntree spoke up.
It was clear that Dristle wanted to be anywhere but here. Her blush
colored her face scarlet. "Her, well, uterus had been repurposed by this
magical ability. Once a daydream occurs, a rapid drawing in of ambient
magic occurs and results in matter generation."
"In other words, she is giving birth to garments," Charia summed up
before Dristle could sink into the floor by means of embarrassment.
"Yes, councilwoman Bridgewed."
Charia gave a nod. Time to move this along. "Has the responsible witch
been found?"
"No, Miss Bridgewed." Dristle looked about ready to flee the stage but
held her spot. "The event occurred five years ago and-"
"Five years?" That outburst came from Beldise Longrow. The witch heading
the surveillance branch of the CWC. "Why are we hearing about it only
now?"
"Miss Hampton and her then girlfriend - now fianc? - were very good at
covering their tracks. They opened up a second-hand shop in downtown San
Francisco specializing in garments made out of latex. From the outside,
it appeared to have no anomalous behavior and Miss Hampton took pains to
never demonstrate her ability to customers."
Charia nodded along. At least, they had the decency to hide the fact that
magic was real from other mundane people. Still, if this Ricky Hampton
had been found sooner, they might have been able to lift said
enchantment. After a year, it would have been nearly impossible to
untangle it from her soul. Much less so after five years.
"So, five years of hiding," Charia spoke up. "How did they mess up and
brought themselves to our attention?"
"They didn't." A bolt statement until agent Dristle explained. "I was in
San Francisco for another assignment and felt the massive flow of ambient
magic when Miss Hampton used her gift. I reported it to my supervisor and
got the go-ahead to triangulate the source. I managed to do so after
three weeks."
Charia's face remained impassive, but internally, she was impressed.
Detecting such a dip in ambient magic was hard enough. Tracking the
source down was even harder. Three weeks appeared way too quick to
accomplish such a task. Charia filed away Amanine Dristle's name as a
witch to look out for. Good agents are hard to find and she might prove
useful in the future.
Beldise Longrow leaned forward. "While unusual, it appears to be of low
priority. I am curious, agent. What further actions would you recommend?"
Charia nearly revealed her own surprise by glancing at councilwoman
Longrow. The surveillance branch's duty was to monitor neutralized
threads. In other words, Beldise and her branch would take over
monitoring Miss Hampton. It was up to them to decide how to proceed. For
Beldise to ask the opinion of an agent, she must have spotted Dristle's
potential too.
"As stated, Miss Hampton was already flying below attention." Dristle
straightened a little up. "We got her cooperation by giving a small
concession. Giving her a legitimate ID. We would have provided one
nonetheless, just to cover up that a man had turned into a woman by
magic, but Miss Hampton doesn't know that. She agreed to play by our
rules and will cooperate with further control visits. As such, I
recommend that active surveillance is not needed."
"I think we skipped a step." That Desirah Thorntree spoke up was a rare
occasion. Now, she had spoken up twice in one debriefing. Charia marked
it down as curious. "Who caused that malicious enchantment in the first
place?"
"Miss Hampton attributed it to a woman she dated at that time. A Miss
Sally Arvington. We tracked Miss Arvington down. One of those new age
wannabe witches that are too proud to use the Wicca term we coined for
mundane wannabe witches. It appeared to be a dead end, until-" Dristle
took out a photograph and used magic to project a larger version of it
into the air. "Going through social media posts of the night of the
incident, we flagged this woman."
The woman in question wasn't clearly identifiable. Turned to the side,
one could see blond hair that was in tight curls. Reaching down to the
neck. Dristle pulled out a second picture and enlarged it too.
"We spotted her on another social media post outside of Miss Hampton's
apartment. Possibly to witness the fallout. I admit this might be a
coincidence, but right now it is the best lead we have."
"It's a start," Charia said and was ready to decree the matter closed for
now. The rest, the investigative or surveillance branch could handle. But
another woman stood up. Her green tie marked her as part of the
surveillance branch. That couldn't be good, but Charia remained calm.
"Yes?"
"Agent Lisanna Corsand," the woman introduced herself. "There might be a
connection to my case."
Normally, the surveillance branch was the lowest in priority. Usually
reserved for those agents no one else wanted. Many viewed the assignment
to it as punishment. Rarely, a matter of the surveillance branch had to
be reviewed at a meeting like this.
That Miss Corsand was here spoke of the support of Beldise Longrow. And
the fact that someone might have messed up. Feeling her headache worsen,
Charia waved agent Corsand forward nonetheless.
Agent Dristele stepped aside and gave Corsand space on the stage. Lisanna
wasted no time. "My unit is responsible for the surveillance of the
offspring from the Streukat line and-"
Charia held up her hand. This was worse than she had expected. "Not
everyone is familiar with the Streukat line. As that disaster happened
eighty years ago. Please summarize it for your fellow witches, so they
all know what hornet's nest we step into."
"Of course, head councilwoman Bridgewed," agent Corsand immediately
replied. Shifting gears without a hiccup, she started on another topic.
"The Streukat line was a male-centric witch line that bred over
generations a supernatural ability into their offspring. Their hereditary
powers manifested two-fold. Enhanced pheromones that attracted and
sexually aroused women. Usually followed by exposing said women to semen
produced by these male witches. Exposure to it was highly addictive.
Effectively enslaving them. It was barely tolerated as long as they went
after mundane women. Once they targeted witches, the CWC was forced to
step in."
"The Streukat line relies on being male," Corsand continues. "They were
defeated by being transformed into women. In fact, the used enchantment
targets their offspring too. So, they only bear girls. Now, here lies the
problem. A woman named Lizbeth McGuire has awoken her heredity gift,
despite remaining female. We have evidence that her pheromones are active
and that one woman, her former boss, was enslaved by Lizbeth."
"How is that possible?" Charia demanded to know. "Has she turned into a
man?"
"Now, that is the crucial part. She didn't." Lisanna pulled out a picture
and used magic to create another enlarged hologram. It showed an
unremarkable woman that had the same haircut as the previous pictures.
The only noticeable features were freckles and blue eyes.
"This individual is known to us as Colette," Lisanna continued." She
dared Lizbeth to wear a strap-on with a phallic imitation as a means to
boost confidence. This phallic instrument appeared to fuse with Miss
Lizbeth and become part of her. Turning to flesh and blood, and allowing
her to produce semen. Therefore giving her access to her hereditary
gift."
Lisanna pointed at the picture of Colete again. "The original phallic
instrument was provided by the individual known as Colette. We believe
the ability to fuse and unfuse the facsimile was enchanted to the
original instrument but appeared to become a native addition to Lizbeth's
abilities."
"This situation is troublesome," Charia admitted and even to herself, it
felt like an understatement. "What actions has your surveillance team
taken so far?"
"We have placed means of surveillance inside the apartment and Miss
McGuire's workplace. All mundane so far." Lisanna gave a quick glance to
her superior, Beldise Longrow, and then continued. "We currently hesitate
using magic in the vicinity of Miss Lizbeth. As far as we know, she is
not aware that Witches exist. For now, we held back on more active means.
Miss Lizbeth shows an unusual amount of restraint. She had her awoken
abilities now for over three months and has not expanded her harem of
enslaved women past her former boss. We believe she still has an active
conscience and may be amicable to working with us if approached
correctly."
Again, Desirah Thorntree spoke up and deepened Charia's suspicion of her.
"This Colette. She appears to be the source of this outbreak. What else
do we know about her?"
"Not much." Lisanna looked uncomfortable admitting that. "Her connection
we deducted from overheard conversations. Colette appeared to be acting
as Miss Lizbeth's friend. However, the phone number used by her was
disconnected and her Facebook page was deleted. We managed to reconstruct
this picture from the backup servers of said website."
The second piece of a puzzle Charia hadn't known the CWC was supposed to
solve fell in place. Connecting a low-priority case to one that could
potentially blow up in their face. Charia knew of one other instance of
the Streukat line causing trouble. With nearly disastrous consequences.
Not just for Witches, but humanity in general. They had to be careful in
determining how to proceed.
Just as Charia was about to speak up again, another witch stood up. This
time, it was a male witch of the investigative branch. Those were rare as
most witches were women. Hesitant, he stepped forward. Charia waved him
on. She didn't have all day.
"Albestair Crowspite," he introduced himself. "Last month, I presented a
case here of a witch who used a spell to link instruments of sexual
gratification - sex toys - to paying customers. Allowing them to share
senses with these implements. The case is closed and the witch was
punished. However, this witch claimed she got the spell she used from
another witch. The description given matches these pictures."
Charia didn't like where this was heading. Two more Witches stood up and
made themselves known. However, Desirah Thorntree held up a hand. Making
them stop. Wordlessly, she placed a case file onto the shared desk of the
council.
A shudder went through Charia as she read the case file's title: The
Sherman Incident. That Thorntree happened to have the case file on her
person was troublesome. Yet Charia believed this was just the tip of the
iceberg of the shitstorm they were about to enter.
Thorntree opened up the case file and paged through it. No explanation
was needed. Every witch on the council was familiar with it. A witch by
the name of Penny Velberta had used an unknown spell to detach male
genitals and link them to a new host. One Beatrice Sherman. Beatrice used
her influence over the witch Velberta to acquire hundreds of male
genitals. The victims appeared then to slowly turn into women. Sperm
produced by these detached genitals appeared to be highly addictive.
First claiming the witch Penny Velberta and later the first two teams
sent to contain the host Beatrice Sherman. Containment was achieved but
didn't last.
Thorntree paused on a page that was half a year old. Every councilwoman
knew about the contents, but Desirah felt it needed pointing out again.
The page confirmed the suspected link of Beatrice Sherman to the Streukat
line. Explaining the unusual properties that the host later exhibited.
That information could have helped, but without it, over fifty witches
had been lost. Charia's predecessor among them.
Desirah Thorntree wasn't done. She opened up to a new page. It was one
Charia was unfamiliar with. It was a report not a week old. A team trying
to uncover how a low-grade witch like Penny Velberta could cause such an
incident stumbled onto a curious fact. Penny had shared an apprenticeship
with another witch named Colette. No last name. Said Collette appeared to
be a ghost. Most documents about her appeared to have vanished or were
forgeries.
Anger welled within Charia. All these cases appeared to be connected. The
common nominator was a witch named Colette. And Desirah Thorntree had
known about it and remained quiet. Until now. Charia knew it was a string
she had to pull on. But not now. Not in front of junior witches. The time
was to act. More puzzle pieces had been revealed, but Charia would be
damned if she believed it was all of them. Quick and decisive actions
were required.
"Agent Corsand." Charia fixed on Lisanna with her gaze. "You are to
request two assault teams of the punitive branch immediately. They will
be your backup. Once they are in place, you are to contact this Lizbeth
McGuire. Preferably through an intermediate. Male and mundane would be
best. Cooperation would be appreciated, but not required. Your main task
is to get informed about this Colette. By any means necessary. Once this
task is done, you will spearhead the task force that hunts down that
witch."
Lisanna Corsand gave a deep bow. "Understood, head councilwoman."
"Agent Dristle." Charia's mood lightened a little as she saw the junior
witch twitch in surprise. "You are to assemble a task force from the
unassigned agents of the investigative branch. Working in parallel to
agent Corsand, you are to put the boots on the ground and find me leads.
This Collette appears to target witches of low skill or persons of below
awakening magical potential. Go through all known witches that cause
trouble periodically. Find out if they have a common nominator. This
could be the witch known as Colette, or it could be someone else. We
cannot dismiss the possibility that this Colette doesn't work alone."
Charia now addressed all the witches in the room. "This has the highest
priority. As such, this meeting - and the rest of the reviews- are
adjourned to tomorrow. Dismissed."
The witches scattered. Charia could hear the many whispered conversations
that surely would revolve around today's revealed facts. Rumors would run
rampant. Even Charia couldn't prevent that.
As the room emptied, only Charia and Desirah remained.
"We have to talk about your predecessor." Desirah sounded for once not
hard and unyielding, but compassionate.
"What is there to talk about?" Charia asked and hoped to not hear an
answer. "She sacrificed herself and others to neutralize Beatrice
Sherman. It is done."
Thorntree opened up a new page in the Sherman file. The very last and
newest addition. It showed an aerial picture of a red landscape.
Surrounding a white milky lake were strange buildings. Charia didn't even
need to read the report below to know it was Mars.
The councilwoman's face drained of blood. "Shit!"
"Exactly." Thorntree closed the case file. "We need to prepare. This
could mean war."
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