The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Part 3: Cat of Nine
Supernatural Sex Story: Part 3: Cat of Nine - A young man investigates a mysterious abandoned estate in his hometown and discovers a magical secret.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Magic Light Bond Group Sex Facial Oral Sex
I stepped into Green Crumbs cafe a little after 5:00 in the afternoon. The place was filled with people at the end of their busy work or errand days and the low hum of conversation filled the coffee shop. I spotted Anna in a far corner clutching a cup of coffee nervously. I texted Sabrine quickly so she would be ready for our next steps.
Anna was fresh from work, wearing an attractive red sweater dress, tights and booties. She saw me and waved nervously. I got some coffee and joined her. “Hey Anna,” I said.
“Hi Michael,” she responded. Anna seemed a bit nervous.
“How are you doing girl?” I asked, squeezing her hand.
“I’m doing good. I’m glad you texted me. I was afraid I wouldn’t hear from you after the other day.”
“Anna, that’s not how I do things. I had a great time with you at that old farm. You’re a fun, interesting woman.”
Anna smiled shyly. “Thanks Michael. I like you too. I usually don’t ... you know, go that fast but something took a hold of me that day. I can’t really explain it. I also ... I don’t remember going home that day.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Things were pretty intense. Everything was okay though?”
“Yeah, sure,” said Anna. “I’ve just never blacked out like that before.”
“You were fine Anna.”
“That’s good to know.” Anna looked relieved.
“There’s only one problem,” I said, taking a drink of coffee.
Anna looked surprised. “What do you mean?”
“I usually go for brunettes,” I responded smiling.
Anna laughed. “You’re sweet Michael. It’s disarming. I don’t know how I missed it for such a long time.”
“I do,” I began. “I’m different now and I want to let you into my world Anna.” I took both of the girl’s hands. “Why don’t you follow me in your car. We’ll go to my place and hang around a little bit, if you have the time of course.”
Anna smiled slightly. “Sure, for a little bit at least.”
“Cool,” I said.
About a half hour later the Mustang lead Anna’s white Prius down Bogforest Road. I rumbled up to the gates of Nebelgutt and stopped, getting out of my car. Anna pulled up next to me. It was starting to get dark and the misty fall woodland was mysterious and strange in the cool air.
Anna came up to me obviously confused. “What the hell Michael?” she asked. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
I was calm and collected. I smiled at Anna. “I live out here Anna.”
“There’s nothing here! This is just a weird old estate some people got killed at thirty years ago. If this is your idea of a joke Michael it isn’t funny.”
I took Anna’s hands in mine. “Anna,” I said. “I told you that I wanted you in my world. I’m going to show you a glimpse of that world. If you’re uncomfortable, if you want things to stop, all you have to do is say no. Do you understand?”
Anna looked at me puzzled. “Not at all,” she stammered.
“Relax and enjoy yourself Anna,” I said. I saw her eyes go wide with surprise and shock. To her the sky behind me suddenly filled with clouds and lightning.
Suddenly, Anna was standing in a wide open room with a source of light focused upon her. Latex hugged her young shapely body in the form of a high necked catsuit. Her arms were partially bare but tight latex gloves covered her hands and forearms. Her rounded ass and pussy were uncovered as well, open for play and enjoyment. She was wearing five inch platform heels that seemed to merge with her outfit.
The woman’s long blonde hair was loose and dangled down her back and framed her pretty face. Her makeup was different too; Anna’s lips were a deep crimson and her brown eyes were augmented with rich though dark colors.
Anna was chained. Shackles of stainless steel were around her wrists, holding each of her arms straight out. Thin yet strong chains extended into the darkness. A short distance in front of the shackled young woman was an elegant couch, also lit up with a spotlight.
I was wearing leather pants and a harness. I approached Anna from the front and immediately saw the fear and confusion in the girl’s eyes. “Michael! Wha ... wha ... what happened? What’s going on? Why am I tied up? Is this real?”
I smiled at the young blonde, placing a finger against her lips. “Anna, everything is fine. You are completely safe. Remember what I told you, all you have to do is say no.”
“I understand,” she stammered. “Where is this place? What’s happening?”
“Anna, I know your deepest desires. They will not be used against you, and here, in this place, you can embrace them. Relax and enjoy. Nobody is going to hurt you.”
I kissed her gently, allowing Anna to accept my embrace and take it’s energy where she wanted. We kissed for a long moment and one of my hands gently rubbed her pussy, noting a slight wetness there.
“Trust me Anna,” I said quietly as I pulled away. The girl had visibly calmed down.
My words were cut off by the sharp sound of stiletto heels on the hard floor. The curvaceous figure of Sabrine emerged from the darkness. She was wearing a skin tight latex dress with a halter style top that highlighted her shapely breasts. The skirt of the dress had high slits, qipao style which allowed some sway to her walk. She was wearing long latex gloves as well.
Sabrine’s dark hair was woven into a single wide braid, dangling almost to her waist and set to one side of her face. Her full red lips were set in a mischievous smile which reached up to her deep dark eyes. She was clutching a short handled nine tailed whip, each rawhide strand ending in a solid knot.
“What do we have here?” Sabrine demanded.
I stepped back and looked down after giving Anna a final smile. I tried to read her face but it was impossible.
“I’m Anna,” stammered the bound girl.
Sabrine snapped the whip into her gloved hand. “I didn’t give you permission to speak!” she hissed.
“This is Anna. She is here for your pleasure Mistress Sabrine,” I said.
“I see Brother Michael.” Sabrine circled Anna, strategically ducking under the chains. She massaged Anna’s bare ass with a gloved hand, the smooth latex running over soft flesh. “Very nice.” She faced Anna. I finally got a look at Anna’s face. There was a little fear in her eyes but there was also something else, almost like an undercurrent. It was excitement.
“Do you know what this is?” asked Sabrine sharply, holding the whip in front of Anna.
Anna tried to speak but nothing came out. I could sense that her excitement was rising.
“Speak bitch!” hissed Sabrine.
“It ... it’s a whip,” said Anna, still stumbling over her words.
“Specifically it’s a nine tails or a cat o’ nine tails if you’re old fashioned. Lick it!” demanded Sabrine. She held the handle of the whip close to Anna. The blonde girl obeyed, running her tongue along the black plastic grip of the tool.
“Suck the end,” demanded Sabrine.
Anna obeyed. Sabrine gently moved the handle in and out of Anna’s mouth.
Sabrine got close to Anna’s ear, whispering: “You like doing that don’t you slut?” Anna nodded and Sabrine gently bit Anna’s ear.
Sabrine walked away, circling to Anna’s bare backside. “Brother Michael, make sure she is ready,” my coven-sister demanded.
Anna was breathing heavily, her latex clad tits heaving, and her skin starting to glow with a sheen of sweat. I nuzzled her neck softly and felt her gasp a little. I whispered: “Enjoy yourself.” One of my hands reached between her legs and I gently ran a finger along her damp slit. My digit came away coated in a thin layer of her rich fluid. I held it up for her and she eagerly sucked it, tasting her own sweet nectar.
“I believe she is ready Mistress Sabrine,” I said, stepping away.
“Very good,” said Sabrine. “Ten or fifteen strokes, Brother?”
I looked at Anna and saw her passion. “I believe she would enjoy fifteen.”
“Excellent,” said Sabrine. “Count the strokes bitch!”
The whip that Sabrine had wasn’t a torture device but it wasn’t quite a toy either. The tight knots at the end of the strips gave it some heft; it wouldn’t leave welts or tear the skin but it certainly would cause discomfort. Sabrine knew how to use it and added a fair amount of force. She had to judge Anna’s tolerance level and act accordingly.
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