The Witch's Apprentice

"Oh my God, oh my God, yes, yes!" Sarah tensed for an instant and exploded into a climax. Moments later, feeling faint, with little spasms coursing her flushed body, her chest heaving, she was dimly aware that Tempy was standing over her.

"That was so wonderful," Sarah purred, "Please, let me? I would like to return the favor, if you'd let me?" She tried to sit up, but couldn't. She tried again, but found that she was somehow stuck to the rock. Muscles straining, she writhed to get free, but she couldn't even lift her head.

"Mmm, keeping you was such a wonderful choice. There'll be plenty of time for that later. Good things come to those who wait, non? Such a beauty-no, please, stop straining-oh, I'm so tempted to take your invite right now! You have me so wet, my little Sarah. Please, stop struggling. The night is still young, and we have things to do. We'll have such adventures!"

Tempy closed her eyes. With a flourish of her hands five lit candles suddenly appeared around the edges of the rock. Each candle lay at the point of the pentagram that had been carved into the stone, and on which Sarah unknowingly now lay. Tempy continued to chant, her mouth forming words Sarah had never heard-a babble of incomprehensible syllables. Sarah looked on with horror. Purple mist started to rise from the altar, swirling about her naked form. And with a sudden flash of light, it was gone, and so was Sarah.

Temperance sat upon the stone altar and calmly stroked a black cat that sat where Sarah once had been. The confused cat didn't respond to the strokes, and peeped a frightened meow. Temperance gathered the cat lovingly into her arms and placed it on her lap.

"Sssh, Sarah, you're all right. And we'll be together soon enough again to play. I haven't forgotten about your little offer. Tempy will take good care of you." She scratched behind the cat's ears and smiled when it began to purr. Then her dark eyes turned wicked, and her smile crooked up mischievously. "You haven't eaten all day, have you my dear? I bet you'll have a new appreciation for mice; the feline sense of taste is so much more refined. You'll find that mice can be quite succulent. I wonder what your friend Dan is up to. Shall we see? "

Temperance placed the cat gingerly on the ground, stood, readjusted her black dress, and walked silently into the darkened forest. A black cat traipsed behind her.