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Lightning raced horizontally across the night sky illuminating briefly a cloaked figure carrying boxes from an older Camry into a deserted barn.  Looking skyward at the approaching storm, the figure knew intuitively that rain would shortly be pouring from the heavens.

There's an old saying that a barn will stand forever as long as it has a good roof; this particular barn did indeed have a good roof.  However, after years of abandonment and neglect, the rest of the structure was in great need of repair.  This was what had attracted the mysterious individual to this place; it was highly unlikely anyone would come to this abandoned barn on a dark and stormy night to investigate any happenings of a supernatural nature.

The human in the cloak began to draw a large circle inside the old barn in the dirt floor, one at least six yards in diameter, then a five-pointed star.  From the boxes, candles and other items often associated with witchcraft were removed and diligently placed in positions strategic to that which was about to occur.

Finally when the cloaked figure was satisfied all preparations were properly completed, small soft hands with carefully manicured nails reached up and threw the hood of the cloak back just as lightning flashed outside the open barn door illuminating everything for a split second, the flash of light revealing that it was a woman that had been making all these preparations just before midnight.

She carefully lit all her candles just as the rain started beating on the steel roof.  Although dim, the interior of the barn was now illuminated enough that anyone hiding in the shadows could see the face of the woman and recognize she was a young lady.

Grabbing at the sides of the floor length cloak, she pulled it up and kicked off her shoes.  Her toes, whose nails were painted to match her fingernails, wiggled in the loose dirt, working the soil up and in between her toes.  She took time out allowing herself a moment to relish the earthy sensation.  Then in one quick movement, she pulled the cloak up and over her head to reveal her youthful naked body.  Like most witches, she preferred to practice her craft in the nude or rather ‘skyclad' as the state is sometimes referred to.

Christina was home from college on summer vacation and had been planning this evening for almost a year.  All her research and shopping for just the right ingredients had taken months. Even befriending and talking the old woman out of one of the spells she would work this night took weeks, as well as several evenings spent with the old witch giving her cunnilingus.  But Christina knew that even having to eat out the older witch's pussy would be but a small price to pay if this plan worked.

Christina wanted nothing more than to have a man ravish her, to fulfill all the fantasies she had dreamed of while fingering her clit and bringing herself to orgasm so many times over the years.  But due to her shyness and insecurity issues she had never been on a date much less in the bed with a man.

Unlike the other girls, her legs weren't long and slender but rather short and somewhat stocky.  Her tummy wasn't flat, but it wasn't fat either.  When she wore a bikini there was a hint of a roll over the bottoms.  Probably her best assets were her boobs, which were generously round and rode high on her chest protruding outward while most big bosomed girls have tits that hang.  Her areolas were pink, puffy and pointed; sporting large nipples that were now tingling and getting hard in the cool night air.

Christina knew with all her heart that if she could make the spells she planned to work this evening happen correctly, she would soon be a complete woman and not a virgin; just the thought of what might happen was enough to bring wetness between her legs.

She began with ritualistically casting a circle of protection and other preliminary rites.  Then kneeling in the center of the area she had consecrated, she opened a box; not large nor small but similar to a shoe box sized chest used to store costume jewelry.  She worked the spell and placed all of the elements necessary to consummate the rite in the open chest, save the last but most important.  This ingredient, only a pinch of a powdery substance, she placed in an amulet at the end of a leather thong she wore around her waist so that the amulet would hang over her shaven mons.

Christina then turned to a small bowl and began preparing the second spell that would initiate the event that would require the chest and its contents.  A rather simple spell that she had performed variants of countless times; so adept at this rite she finished in minutes.

Finally, it was time to do the third and most important spell; one that would take a little longer than the first two.  The young witch prepared all but two the elements placing them in a bowl, thoroughly mixing them together.  One element she laid aside, the catalyst that would later start the spell and the other final element she would have to make.

Christina retrieved a velvet drawstring bag from the box she had originally carried all her paraphernalia in, opened it and pulled out a vibrator.  Lying down on the dirt floor of the barn she went to work on her clit, stimulating it with her toy.  She began to squeeze her breast roughly then moving her experienced fingers to a nipple twisting it and pulling it. Determined, she molested herself so as to achieve climax as quickly as possible knowing that the faster her spells were completed the sooner that her desires would be satisfied; satisfied by something more than a mechanical device.

Within moments, she felt the orgasm approaching.  She arose from lying on the dirt floor to a kneeling position, the bowl with the rest of the ingredients just inches from her knees.

She shuddered and bent her head backward moaning, "Oh ffuuuccckkkk!"

She began to cum.  Feverishly the young witch continued to stimulate her clit and labia minora until she could feel cum running out her opening.  Quickly she carelessly threw the vibrator aside, grabbed the bowl and held it under her dripping puss.  She had obtained the final necessary element; the cum of a virgin. 

Still shuddering as the afterglow of the orgasm continued to send little electric trickles through her, she placed the bowl an arm's length in front of her, grabbed the catalyst she had laid aside, screamed the prerequisite chant at the top of her lungs and threw it in the bowl.

The elements swirled together magically in the bowl, circling the bottom and going faster and faster. Suddenly the mixture glowed brightly and exploded in a cloud of smoke.

Startled, Christina jumped back landing on her butt, her knees in the air and hands behind her holding her upright in a sitting position, her still swollen pussy dripping cum into the dirt.

The wind from the storm raging outside blew the smoke away revealing a naked figure laying just an arm's length from the witch's feet.

Christina looked at him and licked her lips, knowing her hunger would soon be satisfied.  All of his muscles from his neck and shoulders, his large biceps, his chiseled abs, to his thighs and calves, all these were well defined.  His strong chest was free of hair while his arms had just the amount that turned Christina on.

The hair on his head and face appeared as if he had just come from a barber.  On his head, the style was a high fade with thick textured spiky hair while on his face a short patchy beard looked as if it had just been trimmed.  But his crowning glory was his cock. 

Still sitting there on her naked butt, hands on the ground behind her, knees high in the air and her legs spread wide; Christina couldn't help but gawk at his penis, in its current flaccid state, she estimated it to be at least seven inches long.  She could only guess how big it would be when fully aroused; the thought of this monster dick in her made her pussy burn with wanton desire.

Then he awoke, opening his eyes which glowed a fiery red.  This revelation didn't surprise Christina in the least, it has been her plan all along to summon a demon.

The demon sat up, stretched his arms as if he had just awoken from a refreshing nap, then quickly jumped to his feet.

Christina just sat there seemingly oblivious to the inherent danger of a demon not more than an arm's length from her.  Her pussy was now so aroused it was dripping.  Christina just couldn't help herself, she was so enthralled by the sight of that perfect dick, and she couldn't take her eyes off of it as she watched it flop with his movements.

The demon walked to the edge of the large circle Christina had drawn in the dirt; it glowed as he approached, the protective spell warned him he could not cross.

He stopped and turned facing her, put his fists on his hips then bent his head back on his shoulders and loudly laughed, "Silly little witch, didn't the old wise women that taught you the craft tell you not to conjure a demon inside your circle of protection?"

Christina sat there silent, still unable to take her eyes off of his magnificent dick.  She was so horny her pussy seemed to her to be a raging inferno in need of attention.

With a nose as sensitive as that of an animal, the demon caught a scent on the air, he raised his nose and flared his nostrils taking it in.  His eyes widened.

"The little witch is in heat," he exclaimed, "I see, you brought me here for a good fuck!"

The demon began to walk along the circumference of the circle that presently held him, like an animal impatiently paces the walls of its cage, never taking his gaze off Christina.

Still enthralled by the very male physique of her demon, Christina sat there and allowed her mind to drift from her business at hand to fantasies she intended to bring to fruition.  Absently mindedly she allowed her hand to roam to her sensitive clit and began to rub it.

The smell of her arousal increased and attracted the attention of the demon whose member was now nearly erect.

The demon stopped his pacing and turned facing Christina directly in front of her spread legs.  Attentively he watched her bring herself to the edge of climax; licking his lips in response to his own growing desires. 

Christina was now frantically rubbing her clit and tugging at a swollen nipple, almost but not quite to the point she desperately wanted to achieve.  So intent on reaching climax, she allowed herself the potentially fatal luxury of forgetting about the demon that was standing just two steps away from her with a fully erect and engorged, pulsing cock pointing upward.

Almost there, she now began to twist her swollen and hypersensitive clit, the pain only heightening the pleasure.  Suddenly Christina pushed her shoulders hard against the ground arching her back and lifting her butt high in the air, screaming as she experienced the most violent orgasm ever in her young life.

This was more than the demon could bear; his own arousal bringing pre-cum to the opening at the end of his massive dick.  In a flash he lunged, landing on his knees, and then while grabbing her under her naked butt he held her while he lapped her cum from her swollen labia.

Christina was already mindlessly lost in the throes of ecstasy, the waves of pleasure racing through her young body.  But the attention paid to her vagina by the demon drove her further into madness.  The demon—programmed by her spell to respond to sexual desire—lapped at her cunt like a hungry cat laps at a bowl of fresh cream.  Licking inside, outside, her lips under and around her clit, then in and out her tunnel as far as his long pointed tongue would reach, only stopping at her intact hymen.  All the sensations she was experiencing were heightened by the extremely textured raspy cat-like tongue of the demon.

Then as her orgasm subsided, the demon regained his senses as quickly as he had erred, carelessly allowing her arousal to distract him.  He jumped to his feet letting her butt fall roughly to the ground.  Then grabbing Christina by the hair and jerking her up on her knees, her mouth inches from the cock she so desperately wanted to claim.

"Witch, how dare you to pleasure yourself when I need relief," he bellowed at Christina. 

Jerking her head back even harder forcing her mouth open, "As punishment for your transgressions I should ravish you, then just before you climax, rip your heart out and send you to hell."

Finally coming back to reality, Christina realized she had made a grave tactical error by not first binding the demon making him her slave.  That should have been done first instead of pleasuring her self.  She racked her mind, searching for a memory that might help her resolve this dilemma.  What was it the old witch had said about demons like this?

Reflecting back to all those ‘dates' the old lesbian had required of her before sharing her vast accumulated knowledge of how to summon a demon and not just any demon but a ‘designer' demon that met specific criteria.  Christina remembered the woman telling her just how to manipulate one such as the demon now holding her face at the business end of his dick.

Christina would arrive at the old witch's home at a prescribed time and let herself in with a key the old witch kept hidden in a gap behind a loose piece of the clapboard siding.  Once inside the house, she had been instructed to always observe a specific routine.  Christina would strip naked and remove all jewelry, leaving her things there in the foyer, then go to the kitchen and make an herbal tea for two.  Placing a china tea service on a tray she would carry it to the parlor where the old woman would be found patiently waiting naked sitting in one of those antique wing back Victorian chairs upholstered in red velvet.

Each time she would set the tray down on a side table then, while standing stiffly legged in front of the witch, she would bend over deeply from the waist, affording the old woman a view of her youthful tits dangling and swaying with her movements.  Then she would serve the old woman tea.  Christina would always turn around and bend over to pick up a pillow the old witch had carefully prepositioned on the floor.  This allowed the old lesbian a full view of the younger woman's pussy.

Once again turning to face the old woman, Christina would take a sip of tea then kneel and place her face in the old woman's snatch and begin to lap at her cunt.  The two had simply agreed that in exchange for the old woman's knowledge, the younger witch would in return give cunnilingus while the old woman lectured.  It was an observation the old woman had made while Christina lapped at her pussy that she was now desperately trying to remember. However as she wracked her brain, the demon was growing impatient.

"So what's it going to be, little witch," the demon demanded, then added, "I should have already dispatched you, you're certainly not worthy of my perfect physique."

That's it, Christina thought, the old woman said, ‘Any demon you summon for its attractiveness is an incredibly vain entity, think out of the box and use his vanity to your advantage!' Which is just what Christina did.

"Oh master demon, please forgive me," the little witch pleaded, "won't you allow me to suck your dick and relieve your arousal?"

Christina thought, Of course, that's just what he obviously wanted anyway, maybe this will buy me time.

"You're not worthy of my dick," he boasted, "I seriously doubt you can excite me enough to make me cum, but give it your best."

And with that, he pulled her face to the end of his dick.

Stay focused girl, enjoy yourself but remember as soon as an opportunity presents itself work the binding spell, she silently reminded herself.

She went to work licking his dick like a kid on a hot day licking a snow cone at the county fair.  With the tip of her tongue, she ticked his balls then explored every pulsing vein lining his cock.

"Suck it, witch," the demon demanded.

His dick was so large in diameter that she thought she was tearing her facial muscles as she tried to open her mouth enough to take his fat cock.  In an effort to become accustomed to something that large in her mouth she would pull his dick out, then push her tongue lapping at the sensitive opening at the end, then take his dick back in her mouth and suck.  Suddenly she had an idea, with her fingers she cupped and massaged his balls, and quickly ran a finger up his ass in the hopes of finding and massaging his prostate; which proved successful.  Between sucking his dick and her finger probing his ass, he roared and started to cum.

Christina took the first two loads in her mouth, but it was so thick, hot and voluminous she couldn't swallow fast enough.  So she pulled it out of her mouth and he continued to cum on her face and tits.  She couldn't believe how hot it was. Are this guy's nuts still burning in hell? she thought.

The demon still clutched her hair in his strong hand and the instant he had regained his composure after cumming on Christina, he lifted her straight up until her cum covered tits were level with his mouth.  Fearful that he might break her neck, she desperately clutched at his arm trying to take the strain off her neck and back.

He started licking his own cum off of her breasts.  Christina winced and shuddered as that raspy tongue raked over her sensitive buds igniting that which she—at this moment—should ignore.  Stay focused, girl, there'll be plenty of time later for satisfaction, for now, look for an opening, she admonished herself.

As she twisted and squirmed hanging from his outstretched arm, her feet dangling in mid-air a foot or more from the floor, she saw two things, his dick was still hard and a step or two behind him was the vibrator she had thrown aside earlier.  She instantly had a plan.

"Oh, master demon, wouldn't you rather fuck me than lick my tits," she pleaded while still clinging to his outstretched arm, twisting and kicking like a condemned man dances at the end of the executioners' rope.

"I should wring your miserable little neck just for bringing me here, my time is valuable I'm one of the most important of my kind," the demon vainly boasted.

"Oh please, master demon, before you take my soul, give me the honor of having your magnificent dick in my unworthy pussy.  I'm on fire with desire just for you and no other," she lied.

The monster replied, "Very well, you will have the honor of entertaining me before I send you to hell."

The demon released his grip on her hair and Christina landed on her but and fell backward, immediately the demon licked his lips as he prepared to mount his prize.  Christina had other plans.  She raised up to a sitting position as she regained her composure.  Okay girl, she thought, it's now or never. Let's see if I remember any of those moves I learned in gymnastics class as a kid.

Rolling backward she sprung to her feet, far enough away from the monster that she was able to take a short run, jump up into the air bringing both feet to bear on the demon's chest, the force of her momentum caused him to stumble backward stepping on the vibrator.  Christina dropped to the ground in a crouching position like an action movie hero ready for the next move.

The demon had the misfortune of stepping on the vibrator with one foot as the other was in the air in mid-step.  The cylindrical device rolled just enough to cause him to lose his balance and fall flat on his ass.

Yes! Christina screamed silently as she watched the demon fall.  With him out of her line of sight, she could see the bowl with the ingredients and catalyst that would consecrate the next spell just beyond the prone demon.

She sprung to her feet in a herculean effort and jumped over the body of the demon in an attempt to reach her goal, that of instigating the magical process that would temporarily bind the demon to her as her slave.

Flying through the air she felt confident that success was within her reach; but the demon, now in a fit of rage, reached up and grabbed her ankle, slamming her to the ground.  The force of the impact knocked the air out of the little witch and was rapidly consuming her consciousness.  But through the approaching mental fog, she felt something lying underneath the fingers of her outstretched arm.  It was the final element, the catalyst for the spell.  Just as she faded off into unconsciousness she dropped the element into the bowl and with her last and barely audible breath said the words that set the magical work into motion.

Christina rolled over onto her back as she regained consciousness, opened her eyes and discovered the storm was over and that the first light of morning was filtering into the old barn.  She had been out of it for several hours.  Sitting up she looked around in search of the demon, at first she couldn't see him but after slowly getting to her feet and turning around she found him. 

Kneeling, his butt resting on his ankles and palms on his naked thighs, he was but a few feet away watching her intently.  The little witch knew the anger and resentment written all over his face was due to the silver collar now circling his neck which rendered his freewill useless and enslaved him to her at least for the time being.  Her spell had worked perfectly.

Just as he had paced a circle around her earlier, she now used the same tactic of intimidation on him.  She made a complete circle around the demon then stopped at the cardboard box she had used to carry her things into the barn. 

She looked at the demon who snarled and growled in response.

"Oh, okay so that's how it's going to be," she observed as she bent over from the hip seductively exposing her ass and pussy to the monster.  From the box, she removed one item, a leather whip.

With the length of the whip looped ready for use she stuck it under her armpit like a military dictator might do the same with a swagger stick, then she stood an arms length from the demon her pussy directly in front of his nose, knowing that once she became aroused her scent would elicit a reaction from the demon.  She started rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples which in her lust filled state of mind—the knowledge that soon she would impale herself on that magnificent dick ending her life as a virgin—quickly brought wetness and arousal to her vagina.

The demon growled.

Christina pulled her hand from between her legs, grasping the hilt of the whip, brought her arm above her head and swiftly struck the monster with the whip bringing it down across his shoulder, the end wrapping around his naked back.  Regardless of what he would have done to her, she was careful not to strike hard enough to damage her demon's beautiful body.  She only wanted to let him know who the boss was.

"Do we need another attitude adjustment," she asked with authority.

"No," he answered with a smirk.  She whipped him again.

"I said do we need an attitude adjustment," the witch repeated.

He just sat there and glared at her.  Christina walked behind him secretly hoping that the binding spell would continue to hold him, then bringing the whip up high she struck him three more times.  As she returned to her original position, she paid careful attention to his dick finding it now in a semi-erect state.  The demon was aroused by pain.

"Now demon do you have an answer for me," the witch demanded as she fingered her vagina and finding it wet.  She had never suspected she would ever find discipline and being a dominant to be arousing.

"No," he simply answered without any sign of aggression.

Almost there, she thought.

Again she struck him.  "Demon, what is your answer?"

He looked down at the ground and in a quiet voice replied, "No, Mistress."

Quickly, she looked at his cock finding it fully erect; instinctively she knew it was now or never.  She must complete the next spell before the binding wore off.

"Demon," she ordered, "lay down flat on your back."

The demon complied.

"Now place your hands under your ass, and don't move them until I say otherwise."

He did, which resulted in his already erect penis being pushed even higher, straight up.

Christina looked at the monster penis and wondered, I don't know if I can take that or not but it's too late now to back out.

Quickly she grabbed some lubricant from the box, rubbed a very liberal amount on his dick and some inside her labia, then while standing she straddled the demon's waist, positioning her dripping pussy directly over his dick.

Opening the amulet she had placed the powder in earlier she poured the contents on the tip of his dick then quickly started to squat down as she held the demon's cock at her entrance.  Slowly she sank down onto the enormous member until she could feel it at her hymen, she took a deep breath then dropped as far as she could go. 

Christina cried out in pain, her breathing rapid as she sought to control the burning in her tummy.  She was unsure if the pain was from the tearing of the hymen, the stretching of her vaginal muscles around the monster cock, or the powder she had placed on the end of his dick.

Finally, she regained control and muttered the words of the spell and in no more time than a single heartbeat the spell worked.  The powder she had poured on his dick and then pushed into her on the end of his cock, magically ignited.  The flash of light so intense it could be seen through her belly.  This began the process of totally binding him to her and her alone.

The magical energy released by the reaction deep inside her caused Christina to orgasm.  However, it also brought the demon to climax causing his dick to erupt shooting scalding hot semen into the little witch.  Once again she screamed as the hot cum from the demon seared her insides.  Her chest heaved fighting to get air as she hyperventilated.  Desperately she tried to transform the numbing pain into pleasure.

Finally, her efforts were successful; a warm glow of pleasure grew from her womb, spreading completely through her body.  She knew her spell had been successful.  With this knowledge, she was now free to enjoy her new fuck toy.

She rose up pulling the demons dick out of her until the head barely remained between her inner lips.  Slowly she slid back down his hardness until she could go no further.  Back up his length, she rose then dropping down swiftly.

Confident she was now fully in control of the demon she leaned forward, "Demon."

He opened his eyes to reveal the fiery red glow was gone.  His eyes still glowed but with a soft shade of blue that Christina loved and almost melted her heart.

"Yes, my mistress," he answered in a soft almost human but very masculine tone of voice that was so sexy it made her shiver.

"Put your arms around me and make love to me," she ordered as she opened her mouth to kiss him.

The demon, who just a short time ago intended to ravish and kill her, now gently took her into his arms and passionately kissed her.  Slowly and tenderly he rolled both of them over so he was on top. 

The demon paid the utmost attention to seeing that he pleased his mistress.  Exploring her breasts and nipples and discovering just how to stimulate her without inflicting undue pain.

The old witch had told Christina precisely how to design this spell to remake a demon straight from hell into the perfect lover.  Christina thought to herself, Finally, I did something right, oh fuck is this so right.

The demon was now carefully licking her overly sensitive nipples with his raspy cat-like tongue. This sensation, as well as that of his long fat cock pumping in and out of her, was driving her to the brink of madness.  As she began to orgasm, she arched her back.  Her demon responded by running his strong hand under the soft skin at the small of her back carefully holding her in a position that allowed his dick to hit her inner wall just right so as to heighten her sensation.

Christina screamed.

But this time it was not one born of pain but rather extreme pleasure.  A sensation so intense the young woman was almost overwhelmed. 

Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her.

Her demon began to kiss his way from her breasts to her neck and the place just under her ear, where he now instinctively knew she had a ticklish ‘G' spot that would cause her to melt in his arms.  As he continued to pump in and out and she continued to have wave after wave of pleasure, she pulled him to her mouth and they kissed.

When he sensed she was nearing the end of her pleasure he pulled his lips from hers, "Mistress, may I cum now?"

"Oh demon, yes, yes, please cum inside me."

With that, he bellowed out a loud guttural growl and erupted massively inside Christina.  But this time there was no mind searing pain but only hotness that transported her to even a higher plane of nirvana.

Then it was over.

The morning sun was rising above the horizon as the demon pulled out of the little witch.  With Christina in his arms, he stood up and gently allowed her feet to find the ground beneath her.  He held her safely in his arms until he knew she had regained her sense of balance.  He kissed her tenderly then stepped back from her and went down on both knees, in front of his naked mistress.

The demon had no idea what she had in store for him, but none the less he awaited his fate.

Christina turned away from him and picked up the chest she had prepared earlier.  She said the words of the spell then rubbed her finger across her dripping pussy catching a drop of their intermingled fluids.  Finally, holding her wet finger above the open box, she allowed the drop of cum to fall off and into the elements in the chest.  Then she stirred the mixture until it glowed.

The demon patiently watched her work her magic, then he looked down at his hands and were surprised to see them becoming transparent.

As Christina stood there holding the open box he now knew was to be his prison, the demon looked at her with big sad blue eyes.  The once powerful and vicious demon was now a soft golden cloud no bigger than a common apple.  As the demon cloud hovered a yard above the floor of the old abandoned barn, the little witch simply pointed at the open chest in her arms.  Like an obedient and faithful pet, the cloud drifted into the box before she closed the lid.

Christina cocked her head to the side and with a licentious smile reassured her pet, "Don't worry, demon, I plan on letting you out of the box every night."