A-Cup Angst Ch. 14

"The wards on your car confirmed it," Dino said and chuckled. "Even knowing that they were there and what they did, I had a very hard time seeing past the outer layer. It took me an hour of intense observation! I have never seen anything so beautiful and exquisite in all my life before. You, sir, are a prodigious talent. A true Da Vinci of magic! When do you cast them?"

Jamie didn't have it in himself to thank the man for the compliment. His cover was blown and that meant that he would have to go on the run again. The Martinis have known about him for three weeks now, and that suggested that his secret was safe, but he knew better. There was no way that Section, or their french counterparts were just going to forget about him. As soon as the Martinis told anyone over the phone about who he was and where he lived, ECHELON would pick it up and alert Section. He had been lucky to last the three weeks. Very lucky. He knew better than to press his luck any further. He was leaving.

He'd probably have to uproot Lori and Suzie, too. He knew for a fact that he wouldn't take bigmouth Laura along to go wagging her tongue again. He made up his mind in an instant. He was going to grab his ammo, guns and assorted stuff, put it all in the car, call Lori, explain the situation and offer to take her away again, call the cops and remove the immediate threat of Valeria Martini and her potions, and then get lost. He revised his plan immediately. If his mother chose to stay in Tuscany and hope to not be collateral damage in Sylvie's or Section's quest to annihilate him, then he'd have to get rid of the potions himself and not call the cops on Valeria, or these Martinis might take vengeance on his family.

His course of action decided, he only wanted to know one more thing. "So, tell me about the fetishes, Barbara," he said. "I'm sure that a caster of your experience figured them out."

Barbara smiled, clearly pleased to have an audience, and said, "Well, first of all, I corrected Laura on her misconceptions. The fetishes are single use, but only if you are not meant to use them at all!"

"Oh? How so?"

"They are only meant to be used by the blood relatives of the man you took them from. They connect to the spirits of that man's ancestors in the afterlife. Those men swore blood oaths before dying that they'd serve everyone who was of their bloodline, so long as the fetish that had been fashioned from their bodies was touched by their blood descendants. Because they are woven into the dead man's hair, that requirement is satisfied. I imagine that the man had been an exceptional caster." Barbara looked up at Jamie with an expression of honest admiration. "It speaks volumes of your abilities that you were able to defeat him. With these fetishes, he could cast even the most intricate of spells with but a thought. His ancestors would simply weave the spells together, using their superior knowledge of magic, and send them back out into our world, through his body and power. All that, in the space of a heartbeat."

Jamie realized now just how lucky he had been during that fight. He knew it had been a close call, Sonya's death confirmed it, but he was now reminded of just how powerful his gynoid had been. He wondered if he should rebuild it. He still had all the blueprints for it. The problems lay in the artificial intelligence itself and his lack of magic to create a cursed skin for it, or store human thought patterns into gems that would connect to the processors. He wondered if there might be ways to work around those problems. He shelved his speculations for later and focused on the matter at hand.

"Why are the fetishes then single use for other casters," he asked Barbara. He noted Dino's impatience.

"Well, the spirits are bound by their oath to weave every spell that is asked of them while their material anchors, the fetishes, are touched by a descendant. They have no choice in the matter. However, they can't see into the mind asking for the spell until after they have weaved the spellform. It is only when they send the spellform into the mind of the user and thus cast it into the real world, that they can see who is using the fetish and know that they are being abused."

Jamie frowned. "I don't see how that lends itself to restricting the use of the fetishes," he said.

"Well, it doesn't, in theory," Barbara said. "In theory, one could use them infinitely, so long as a true descendant wasn't around to nix their use. But, in practice, the spirits get very angry and they rethink the way they weave their spells so that they become incompatible with the mind and magic of any caster that had abused them so far. Once they know your mind, they weave their spells so that they don't work for you, or on you, anymore."

"Interesting," Jamie said.

"Yes, very," Dino all but shouted. "Will you help us, or not?!" Barbara looked chastised by her husband's outburst, but turned her eyes up at Jamie, expecting a positive answer to the question.

Jamie looked the old man in the eye and nodded yes.

Dino and Barbara sighed in relief. "Valeria lives here," Dino said, handing Jamie a piece of paper with a local address written on it. "She attends the University of Pisa, but she still lives here in town. Thank you so much for your help." He pulled a checkbook out of his jacket pocket and nudged Barbara. "Give me a pen. How much will it cost us to-"

"Nothing," Jamie said, butting him off. "Provided you don't go telling people who I truly am."

They both nodded and promised to keep his secret, just as they expected him to keep the secret of Valeria's involvement with Mrs. Rizzoli. Jamie nodded and they shook hands. The Martinis thanked him profusely before leaving. Jamie saw them out and waved to them as they were leaving. He sported a friendly smile the whole time, despite feeling like he'd most rather start strangling people left and right.

Once they left his mental range, he quickly retrieved his guns, enchanted ammo, Nova's legacy, and some of his clothes and stuff and put it all in his car. He kept calling his mother, but she wasn't picking up. He hated the idea of leaving without seeing his mother in person, so he left her a message to call him back. He expected to hear the stomp of law enforcement at any moment and fought hard to keep his panic under control. Despite his fears, he decided to wait until Sunday afternoon to see his mother and have her make up her mind on whether she was going to go with him, or risk everything by staying put.

His hands tightened into fists. He felt like strangling Laura to death with his bare hands. "That fucking cunt," he growled. With a lot of mental effort, he regained full control of himself and acted as a waiter for the gaggle of girls upstairs until it got really late and they decided to make it a slumber party. He shrugged when Suzie asked him about it and patiently waited for them to fall asleep. After he sensed them all fast asleep, he snuck out of the house. He drove into town and found Valeria Martini's place. It was an old house just opposite the city walls and it had a spectacular view of the valley to the south of the city during the day. Now, in the dead of night, he parked right in front of the house and reached out with his senses to sweep the premises.

When he felt sure that there was no one in there, he got out of the car and went to work. He used the Force to quietly gain entry to the premises and began his search of the place. Sensing some ingredients and bottles of potions was tricky at first, but he finally felt the things upstairs. They were inside the walls between the master bedroom, its ensuite bathroom and a guest bedroom. These were not drywall and plywood walls that ensconced them. These were four walls, each almost a foot thick and made of solid brick and mortar. They enclosed a room the size of a large broom closet and Jamie had absolutely no idea how to get to them, except for tearing up the walls themselves. The floor and ceiling were concrete. He couldn't sense any kind of mechanism that would allow him access, even though logic and reason dictated that a convenient means of entry must exist.

While he had been busy trying to figure out how to get to the dangerous contents of the secret room, he completely missed the arrival of Valeria Martini. He sensed her only after she parked her car right in front of her house. Jamie looked around himself and swore. He was cut off from the exits. Valeria was about to unlock the front door and she could see the stairs and the back door from the lobby, so he couldn't run down and exit that way. He quietly padded to the bedroom. The windows were just about too small for him to squeeze out of, since he had bulked up. He couldn't believe that anyone had ever made a house with such small windows, even in the fourteenth century. He went back to the bedroom door and peeked out. He heard footsteps running up and he sensed the mood of the two minds in the house with him.

They had both been out, clubbing the night away and were now horny as hell, intent on doing the nasty. Jamie made a face and swore silently again. As they were running up the stairs, he couldn't run out of the master bedroom and into the spare one without them seeing him. He backed up and got into the closet, telekinetically shutting the door behind himself. The young witch and her date stopped right outside the bedroom door and he could hear her intone some chants. He peered out through the horizontal slats on the closet door. He could see a vertical row of aged bricks just past the open bedroom door and he realized she had used magic to open her stash. He could sense that section of wall was now opened.

He heard her chant some more and the wall reformed to once again safely enclose the items in question. He saw her enter the bedroom and reminded himself that he shouldn't be peeking. He felt like a pervert, watching her from the closet, but couldn't quite muster the willpower to stop himself. She was wearing a hot, little, red dress that she soon stripped out of, leaving herself in the tiniest of red thongs. Her small, perky breasts were sitting high on her chest, adorned by erect nipples. Jamie had already sensed her arousal and he knew she was about to have sex. She let the thong fall down her slender legs and stepped out of it. She reached down to rub her pussy for a few moments and then stopped herself reluctantly. She put on a silk robe that had been draped across the foot of the bed and whispered some syllables.

"Can you hear me," she suddenly bellowed. She was so loud that Jamie would have jumped up in alarm and given away his position if his Jedi senses hadn't warned him it was coming. The sudden noise still made his heart beat faster. Valeria walked over to the door and poked her head out. Jamie could sense that she was saying something to her date, but he couldn't hear her. He realized she had cast a spell to soundproof her bedroom.

She came back into the room, shut the door, and sat at her lighted vanity, sporting a big, gleeful smile that she tried to suppress as she started to run a brush through her wavy, light brown hair. Jamie could sense the mind of the man that was standing outside the door change. The process reminded him of when he had sensed Mamma Rizzoli transform into the beast, yet it was a bit different. Unlike her mind, which had been consumed with bloodlust and altered to augment that emotion, this guy's brain was consumed by a lust which deepened and became more primal and animalistic with each passing second. Jamie could tell that neither the man, nor the emerging beast had any intention to do any permanent harm to Valeria.

Just as he sensed the change complete itself, the door slammed open with a loud boom. The demonic figure from the photo stood in the doorframe. He had a broad, muscular chest, strong arms that rippled with corded muscles and a mass of long, thick dreadlocks atop his head. Valeria jumped out of her chair and screamed like a stuck pig. Jamie could sense she felt nothing akin to fear. The demon entered the room and laughed. His voice was deep and grating. It resonated through Jamie's chest. "I have you now, witch," he said.

"No," Valeria shrieked, shaking her head and retangling the locks she had just untangled. "No! Never! I'm pure! Leave me alone!" Jamie made a face at the poor quality of the dialogue.

The demon rushed at her and she ducked out of the way, but a dreadlock from the demon's head suddenly extended and came to life, wrapping itself around her wrist and preventing her from running away. Valeria screamed and tried to wiggle her wrist free, but more of the dreadlocks activated and they wrapped themselves around her other wrist and both her ankles. Valeria heaved and fought, struggling to get away, but the demon just laughed at her efforts as his hair lifted her in the air and held her still as he used his prehensile hair to slide the robe off her body. He then stretched her taut in a spread-eagle position. He admired her naked body with his arms folded across his chest. "Let me go, demon," she screamed, though Jamie sensed her mind was awash in nothing but lust and the desire to never be apart from her lover.

"Or what," the demon asked. One of his locks swished across the flushed skin of her breasts. Valeria shuddered and Jamie sensed her arousal peak. "Will you hurt me if I don't?" Several of the demon's locks started swinging free. He laughed an evil laugh. "Or will I be the one to hurt you, little witch?" His free locks started to land teasing hits upon her naked flesh, like a dozen whips. Valeria screamed at every contact, but Jamie could sense her enjoying the rough treatment. "You will beg me to take you before long, witch!" The hair whips licked at her breasts and sides before the demon flipped her over to whip her ass and back. Her screams were turning into grunts as her glossy flesh started to show pink welts criss-crossing it. Finally, the demon put her in a horizontal position with her legs over his shoulders and her swollen pussy right in his face.

"Will you submit to me, little one," the demon asked.

Valeria hung limply by the wrists and ankles. Jamie could sense the position was very uncomfortable to her. He could sense the welts were genuinely painful. He could also sense they were driving her to maddening arousal. His own cock was swelling up, inspired by the arousal Jamie was receiving from her mind. "Never, you monster," she said, her voice weak, but defiant.

"Never, you say," the demon said. One of his locks swished up and suddenly landed a soft blow upon her nether lips. Valeria shrieked and tensed up, her struggles to escape his grasp renewed. "How about now?"

"Fuck you," Valeria yelled.

The demon laughed some more and said, "Oh, I intend to. I intend to, my sweet witch." He landed three quick blows on her pussy, nearly drawing blood.

"Stop," Valeria yelled. "Please, stop!" Jamie sensed that she had reached her limit and would rather proceed to the main event.

"What would you I'd rather do with this open pussy," the demon asked. "I quite like the idea of whipping it."

"Please, fuck it," Valeria whispered.

"What was that," the demon asked.

"Please fuck my pussy," Valeria mumbled.

"I didn't quite catch that, little witch. Did you ask me to whip your pussy some more?"

"No! No, please! Please fuck my pussy!"

"Please fuck my pussy, what," the demon asked.

"Please, fuck my pussy, Master," Valeria said, her voice both pleading and lustful.

The demon smile widely and said, "See? I told you you'd submit to me."

He set her down on the bed in a kneeling position, facing the headboard. His hair-limbs still controlled her tired ones. Several of the free locks lowered to the front of him and undid his pants, lowering them and his underwear at the same time. He stepped out of it and stood behind her. Jamie's closet was behind and to the side of the action, but even he could see the red tip of a very large and erect cock sticking out in front of the demon. Jamie could also see a long, smooth tail hanging behind the demon's legs.

The demon put his hands on her ass and felt it up, possessively. "Who do you belong to," he asked.

"I belong to you, Master," she said.

He put his hands on her hips to hold her steady and started to stuff his large cock into her body. Valeria screamed like a stuck pig, but Jamie could sense she was experiencing far more pleasure than pain. He was sure she'd fry him like a piece of bacon if he dared interrupt the proceedings at this point. The demon used her like a sex toy, positioning her limbs to his delight with his prehensile hair and moving her hips up and down his shaft with his powerful hands. Some of his free locks were still swishing at her flushed skin, accentuating the overwhelming pleasure she was exposed to, with their small, painful licks.

Jamie sensed Valeria climax upon the demon's shaft and that made his cock harden to the point of pain. She screamed out loud and her limbs shook ineffectually. The demon paused and watched her flush in pleasure. When she opened her eyes, she looked into his and begged him to stop.

The demon laughed and said, "I've yet to start in earnest, little witch." His tail rose up and found its way to the crack of her ass.

"No! No! Not there," she screamed, but Jamie could sense it was all an act. He couldn't see it from his vantage point, but he read from her mind that the demon was using the smooth tip of his tail to tickle her asshole. The demon lifted the end of his tail to his nose and took a deep whiff. He whistled in appreciation of the smell and spat upon his tail. Jamie could sense from her mind that the demon was slowly lubing up and relaxing her asshole with his tail. He also kept spitting down upon the crack of her ass, even as he resumed jerking off his massive tool with her slender body.

Jamie sensed Valeria climax again at the depravity of her lover's actions and he had no choice but to undo his zipper and pull out his hard meat. Its confinement inside his pants was starting to get really painful. Valeria screamed out her pleasure and, when she finished, Jamie sensed her profound loss as the demon pulled out of her pussy. He immediately pressed his tool to her asshole. Jamie could feel the overwhelming pain of his penetration in her mind. He could also feel the demon boyfriend's pleasure at the slimy tightness.

The demon slowly inched his meat into her ass and she submitted to him fully. Jamie sensed how much she was enjoying being his helpless fuckpuppet. Spurred on by her desire, he was beginning to feel the need to touch himself. He retreated to his place of inner calm and refused to give in to the temptation. He was not going to stoop so low as to jizz in someone else's wardrobe while spying on them. The demon soon started fucking her in earnest and Jamie sensed in her mind that the demon was using his tail to stimulate her pussy. Combined with the hard pounding in her ass and the stinging bites of his hair upon her skin, the tail playing with her nether lips was rapidly making her mind go bye-bye.

As her mind fell apart under the onslaught of pleasure, Jamie could read it freely. He found out that she hadn't known what Rizzoli was going to use her potions for and that she only intended to use her stash of ingredients to make transformation potions for her boyfriend and her to enjoy. Satisfied that she presented no danger to anyone, he pulled out of her mind and stood in the wardrobe with his eyes closed for the next ten minutes, subjected to the unmistakable odor of sex, the slapping of sweaty flesh against sweaty flesh and the girl's hoarse cries of ecstasy, none of which were helping him in his quest to not touch himself. Finally, the girl's cries faded and the demon let out a roar that resounded in the small space like an explosion. Jamie peeked with one eye and saw through the slats that the demon was holding up the witch by her hair. Her face was just above his crotch and it was sprayed with a huge amount of white goo. The demon squirted some more on her and then stopped, his breathing heavy.