Do You Trust Me?

"'Please stop'?!" she teasingly parroted with a laugh. "How's that gonna help me win?"

After five minutes, at 11:07, she finally paused. "Okay, dude, you get a little break, just for a sec," she decided. She put the quill down, just so she could proceed to take every one of her own articles of clothing off. As Phil and his manhood watched her undress, he felt himself becoming even more turned on.

"Ahhhhh," sighed Veronica, now as naked as Phil. "That's better, huh? Very relaxing." She stretched, giving him a good little show before returning to the audience participation segment. "Oh, gosh, I think I left something down here..." she mused, spreading her legs and bending over to the floor, giving him an excellent view of her pink pussy. This was getting to be too much for him. He was inclined to say, "Hey, that's cheating!" but, she'd made the rules...and hadn't said anything about stacking the odds in her favor with her own nakedness. And he still had fifty minutes to go.

"Oh, nope, my mistake," she corrected herself, standing up and clapping the dust off her hands. "All righty, Phil, my friend, let's get back to it..." She picked up the quill. "By the way, Phil, just out of curiosity, what's your last name? I don't think I ever caught it."

He swallowed, taking a deep breath, figuring he'd need it. "Dixon."

"Dixon?" she repeated.

"Yeah...D-I-X-O-N."

"Huh!" she smiled. "Well, y'know, that's a bit of a coincidence...'cause right now...your 'dick's in' trouble, babe..." she said, once more sadistically twirling the feather between her fingers. "...aaaaaand here we go, back to the torture."

And on went the bet. This time Veronica also guided the feather just a little further back, so as not to leave out his perineum and ass as well. Phil was starting to really lose it. He lifted his feet off the floor just the inch or two he was allowed. OHMYGOD, he reiterated in his mind. How much time did he have left...he tried to focus his eyes and look at the clock. Still forty minutes?! Oh, he didn't think he was going to make it.

11:23: "You want another break, hon?" asked Veronica.

He nodded desperately. She granted him one. "All right, enjoy it while it lasts," she said. She was about to put the quill back down again when she stopped momentarily and said, "Actually...y'know what? This might be a good time for us to have a little, uh...chat."

He gasped for his breath. "Chat about what?" he finally sputtered out.

"Well, you know, Phil...I think I really like you..." Veronica started. "...well, obviously; why would I ask you to come home with me if I didn't, but...there's something I think you should know about me. I just hesitate to say it 'cause, well, it's a little out of the ordinary. It might...kinda frighten you a little. And I don't tell it to a lot of people. But...well, I really do care for you, so I think you deserve to know this about me."

Phil felt a little disappointed that she apparently was about to tell him something he didn't want to hear, but at least it would bring him closer to midnight without being agonizingly tantalized and titillated.

"And Phil, there's really no way to say this other than to just come right out and say it," Veronica went on. "So I'm just gonna do that. Phil, my name really is Veronica Upland, but there's one other thing you should know about me. I'm a witch."

Phil looked at her expressionlessly a few minutes. "...You mean...tomorrow?" he finally asked.

"Mmm, no," she replied matter-of-factly, "I mean...every day. It's my identity. It's who I am."

He stared at her with a face that he'd never made before.

"Phil?" she finally said, only met with the same look.

"Penis for your thoughts," she joked, nodding to his erection.

"Uhhhh..." he said, "I, uh...I don't believe in witches."

Veronica frowned. "Well, that makes me pretty sad, Phil. I wish you did, 'cause...here I am, standing right in front of you."

Phil was flabbergasted, and his erection was also confused. It wasn't going away just yet, but Phil was feeling something very upsetting descending on him now.

"The, uh...the only, uh...'witches' I know are mean ladies," he stated confoundedly.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that with me, hon," said Veronica. "I'm a nice witch. Still a witch, but I'm a good witch."

The next thing Phil did she did not understand. He turned away from her and sighed, blowing out his breath in dismay.

"What's the matter?" she asked, almost a little hurt by his reaction.

The pessimistic, cynical side of Phil came out for the moment. "I...I just—I should have known," he scoffed, shaking his head.

"Should have known what?"

He stared at the floor. "A real, actual woman...genuinely seeming to like me," he said sourly. "That had to be phony."

She started to react, but he kept going. "Boy, I'll tell you, Veronica...if that is your real name...I've met a few girls who've come up with some pretty interesting ways of what they called letting me down 'easy,' but this..." He shook his head. "This is a new one, even on me. I mean, someone as beautiful as you, asking me—ME—to go home with you...I knew there had to be a catch somewhere. I knew it; I knew this was too good to be true."

"Wha—no, Phil, no!" she insisted. "You've got it all wrong! That's not it at all! I'm telling you the truth! Phil, I swear, my name really is Veronica, I really am a good witch, and I really do like you!"

"Uh-huh," he nodded. "Sure. Y'know what, you were right: I am obviously too trusting. So, what, you figured you'd just have your way with me, cast a little spell on me, and that'd be that?"

Veronica could tell he was hurt now, and that in turn really hurt her. "Phil, you don't understand!" she said. "If that's all I wanted, I could've just taken you home, fucked you and shoved you out the door. But it's not! I don't want to shove you out the door. For hell's sake, why would I try to make you my sex slave if I didn't want you around?"

He still didn't say anything.

"Phil, I'm a perfectly normal, sweet woman in every other way. I just happened to be born with a supernatural power that belongs to Wiccans. And that's really all that makes me a witch. Please, how can I make you believe me?"

Phil hesitated. "Veronica..." he said with a sigh of exasperation, "...actual witches...don't exist. They're mythical. They're not real."

Her face turned disappointed again. She looked down at his still half-erect cock, then back up at his face. She smiled, thinking of a way to convince him to change his mind. Her expression had turned shifty.

"Are you, uh..."

On the next word, she turned the feather around, gently poked him just under the head of the cock with its quill end...

...and held it there.

"...sure about that?"

Before she could get the last two words out, Phil involuntarily threw his head back with a breathless, forced gasp as she sorcerously shot an injection of blazing white-hot passion raging through him. His dick immediately re-hardened into a full erection. It felt like she was torching him from the glans. He could barely keep his eyes open, or from rolling back in his head, but he thought he could barely see the lights in the room flickering on and off accompanying this overpowering sensation, before she finally unquilled him. When she broke the contact, both the quill and Phil's cock were dripping with pre-come.

When he realized she'd released him from this new level of madness, Phil heaved out his breath and tried to refocus on her. "OH my God!" he exclaimed. "Holy hell! What was that??"

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey bunny," Veronica teased calmly, grinning again. "Was that too...intense for you?"

He gaped for breath, just trying to hold onto his sanity.

"You see, Phil?" she said, both persuasively and mischievously. "I really am a good witch...but, I can be very bad...if I want to."

Phil was still blinking and trying to breathe steadily. They both looked at the clock. 11:34.

"Well! Twenty-six minutes left. Guess we'd better get back on with this, huh?" Veronica winked, waving the feather.

"Uh, Veronica...I don't know if I can take any m—ohhhhhGod!" Phil groaned as she cut him off with more ruthless cock tickling. He was already dribbling pre-come down his shaft, which was also now glazing the feather tip.

"You know what, Phil?" He felt the feather swish its way around his leg as she crossed behind him. "Why don't we get a little more personal?"

"Uh-oh..." he uttered. "Am I about to hate you?"

Veronica laughed. "Well, I certainly hope not! I was just kinda wondering, sweetie...you, uh..."

He felt the prickly sensation creeping up on his behind. He heard her sultry voice and felt her warm breath on his back.

"...ever been fucked by a feather?"

The tingle driving him crazy seemed to penetrate him, but he couldn't tell for sure. However, once she started teasing his ass, and slipped the tip of the feather inside it, he did feel inclined to jump out of his skin and scream, "Rape!!" But he didn't...he tried to hold himself under relative control. His voice did jump about three octaves, though.

"Or perhaps I should say, ever been fucked by a nice witch holding a feather?"

His cock wanted to spurt a little right now. But Veronica was planning otherwise. There were still about eighteen minutes left, and she wanted to enjoy all of them just messing with Phil. And she was getting pretty turned on herself. She climbed back down off her desk before she started to leak happy pussy drops on it.

When she decided he'd endured enough crazy assplay, she returned to his front and went back to tickling his stone-hardened dick and his tightened balls, whirling and swirling the feather all over him. His face was red and sweating. He was dying, in a seizure of insurmountable pleasure thrust upon him. Veronica, meanwhile, was fondling herself at the same time, digging her fingers up inside herself, finding their way through the labial gates.

What she was really wanting to do, was slather chocolate sauce all over that stiff, red, trembling dick, turning it into a cream-filled doughnut, put it in her mouth, suck out the sweet, thick cream, and just savor him...

...Or drop the quill and jerk him off until he couldn't see straight...

...Or as his doctor would say, just shoot right around the diamond back to home plate, jump on him, wrap her legs around him and feed his cock to her hungry Little Veronica.

But all of those were no-nos according to her own rules of this little game. She'd have to settle for letting the feather do the work and have all the fun. She checked the clock. 11:47. The minutes were seeming to just drag on forever. It didn't look like he could take too much more, and she wasn't that far behind. With ten minutes left, she had to momentarily stop, sit down and wipe her forehead.

"Phil, darling?" she called up to him.

"Yes?..." he called back, weak and dizzy.

"'S 11:50...you wanna keep going, or you want a break?"

He looked down at her, almost half of her left hand inside her sopping wet cunt, blinking away the fuzziness. "You're asking me?"

Despite her supernature, Veronica was getting kind of dizzy and weak herself. She didn't want to admit to Phil how much of an impact this was having on her, or undermine her power, but she didn't think she'd have to worry about it. Besides, as she replied in answer to his query, the break wouldn't last longer than a couple minutes...

"...and I'm still gonna get your come anyway," she grinned, wickedly toying with his mind.

Phil's dazed, confused mind wasn't sure what to make of this or anything this evening anymore. His dripping, throbbing dick, on the other hand, still standing perpendicular to him, was absolutely in love with Veronica...and her feather quill.

PLEASE let me come, the dick begged all of them, its owner, the witch, and the quill, PLEEEEEASE...I'm dying to come... Unable to really focus that hard on the perils of being Veronica's sex slave, Phil was caring less and less in whose favor this bet came out. It was starting to be way too much, and he was needing to just, as his cock so eloquently stated, come already. Even still, he didn't know how to answer her. Answering her would have required the capability to think straight.

"Okay, well, tell you what," Veronica said, standing from the chair and laying the feather down, "I'll give you a sixty-second break. So this, therefore, doesn't count." Standing at his side, not touching anything below his waist, she stood on her toes, took his face and laid a long...hot...literally bewitching kiss on him, that possessed and enchanted him in every sense of the words.

Her vagina dripped more liquid pleasure down her thighs. It wanted to know when it would be able to join the party.

Next time, its owner told it.

Oh, come on! the pussy complained. If the dick gets to play, why not me?

Because that's not the plan this time. Tell you what, next time I'll make him cunniling-us, how's that?

Oh-kay...

By the time they concluded the kiss, it was 11:55. "All right, hon," Veronica leered, picking the feather back up, "Ready to hand it over now?"

Phil was breathing too hard to answer. But he again of course felt the sensation sending him through this perpetual whirlwind, the feather swishing up and down, up and down, up and down...

Veronica wanted of course to make this a night Phil could never even come close to forgetting. And while she didn't need to worry about that in the least, she still wanted it to be as intense as physically possible.

At 11:58, she paused briefly one more time, and said, "So, then, Phil..."

His eyes fluttered open.

"Can I now safely presume then that you believe in me?"

Oh, this again, thought Phil. He sighed, trying to find the appropriate words and place them in proper order.

"Veronica...really...I...I want to believe you're a...a witch, but...I j—I just can't. I...I was brought up to think logically, and...and distinguish fact from fiction, and...what's real and what's not. I...I'm sorry, Veronica, I just...

"...I just don't believe in real witches."

Hmm...what a shame.

"Phil..." Veronica uttered ominously, staring him in the face.

"...Look me in the eyes, and say that again."

This was difficult for him, looking into her beautiful face to say these unfortunate words, but he pushed the sounds out of his mouth. At least, he started to.

"Veronica...I don't bel—"

His speech was interrupted, and morphed forcefully into a shaking, quivering cry of fright as before his own very eyes, Veronica's irises suddenly turned from blue, to bright red. She dimmed the lights with her mind as her eyes transformed and glowed, gazing into Phil's and boring into his soul. They narrowed down as her lips curled up once again into her terrifying evil smile, and he heard her voice whisper to him.

"It's midnight, Phil...trick or treat."

Again, sticking to her word, she touched only the quill to his cock, at the same spot, just beneath the head, lighting her sexfire under him once more. He closed his eyes and screamed and moaned as every part of him sizzled and crackled with the same torrid passion she'd forced on him earlier, and before he knew what was happening, she jolted his balls with her playful black magic, coercing it all out.

He exploded. His come zipped up through his dick and rocketed out with far fiercer velocity that he ever achieved on his own. It was utterly incredible. And unbearable. He couldn't take it, and at the same time, didn't want it to ever stop. It flew everywhere, landing in a dozen different spots throughout the room, and also pelting Veronica's leg, which she found delightfully charming.

After what had to be twenty monstrous bursts, she saw he didn't have anything left in there, and lifted the spell, letting him float back down. His hysterical shrieking had almost cost him his voice. He exhaled a series of post-come groans and coughs before things returned to (relatively) normal.

His body slumped, only the tie keeping him from collapsing in an exhausted heap on the floor. Veronica could see he was going to be out for a little while, so she returned her eyes to their normal soft blue, brought the lights all the way back up, sat down in the chair, spread her legs, opened herself up, gazed at his brazen masculine form hanging in front of her, and began tickling her own pussy with the feather, until she waited a few moments and took herself up the elevator to Heaven where she'd just sent Phil.

She didn't totally fall asleep, though both the orgasms had drained a lot of her energy too. She got up, took her time to the bathroom, returned, got dressed and sat back down, affectionately watching her sex slave recover.

***

October 31st, 12:37 a.m.

"Mmm..." Phil stirred to life, shaking his head. "Hm?"

Veronica, who was scribbling on one of her large pads of paper, looked up to see he'd awoken.

"Well, hello there, sweet thing!" she greeted, jumping up to kiss him. "I was wondering when you were gonna wake up!"

He blinked himself fully awake, trying to recall what was going on. "...What?"

"Welcome back!" she smiled beatifically. He could see her eyes were blue and the lights were on again. "Did you have a nice nap?"

"Uh..." He yawned. "Yeah, I...I guess so."

"Wonderful," she said. "Feel any different now being a slave?"

He blinked again and opened his eyes up wide. "What?" he asked again.

"Well, you remember our little game, don't you? I made you come by midnight with my little toy here, so you're my sex slave now."

He looked at her, alarmed. "I...kinda thought you were just kidding about that."

"Well, why would I kid you about making you my sex slave?"

He was becoming scared now. "I...thought it was just part of the whole thing. Like, to...make it more fun, or something." He stared at her. "Wait a sec, you...you mean you're really gonna...just keep me here??"

"Well, of course not, silly!" she said to Phil's temporary relief. "I mean, I certainly do plan to untie you. You won't be able to wait on me and serve me all the time when you're just locked up in my study, now will you?" she laughed.

Phil's relief was again replaced by panic. "You a—that's what I meant!" he said. "You are? You're just gonna...hold me prisoner?"

"Well, that's not a very nice choice of words," she said, sounding hurt. "Phil, darling, seriously, no kidding, slave or no slave, you're gonna love me!" insisted Veronica. "And you're gonna love it here with me! I'm telling you, even though you're my slave, you won't even notice it. I'm going to treat you like a king! I'm gonna feed you, I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna give you a great home!"

"Th—wh—y—...that's insane!" Phil finally shouted. "That's ridiculous! I'm not a dog, Veronica, I'm a man! I'm a grown human being! I have my own life!" he asserted. "I have a family. Friends. And I already have my own home. And I have a job!"

"Well—honey, calm down!" said Veronica. "It's okay! Your life doesn't have to stop just 'cause you're my sex slave now. It's not like I'm never gonna let you see the sun again, for Heaven's sake! I'll be more than happy to have you take me over to your place, and I'd love to meet your parents and your buddies. We can still go out and do stuff together now and then...as long as you're not foolish enough to try to run away or escape from me, and I really doubt that, Phil. You're a smart man, I can tell. Really, Phil, honest to goodness, I promise you, this is gonna be the most fun you've ever had."