The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Part 4: Tools
Supernatural Sex Story: Part 4: Tools - 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
“Welcome brothers and sisters,” said Franziska. She walked slowly in front of our group. We were assembled in a long line, like a military formation. The Coven’s Quartermistress was garbed in a simple black robe, boots, and a hooded cloak. She was carrying a staff she called Ataraxia. “This is one of the extra-dimensional spaces underneath Nebelgutt. It will serve as our training grounds. Are there any questions to get us started?”
Our group was silent.
“Very good. First let me introduce some of the tools you will have. Some of you might be familiar with these items. Each of you will have a bag or pouch containing a variety of items that resonate with power and make the spells of some of the more useful decans easier to cast. We all know how correspondences work-”
Duane raised his hand.
“Yes Duane?” said Franziska.
“I don’t,” he said quickly.
“That’s okay, you’re new. Would one of your sisters please help here?”
Anna spoke up: “I’ve been working on this. Certain materials resonate with various decanic energy. Their presence in a ritual or spell casting moment helps the spell work in various ways. Objects, astrological signs, even certain times of day or days of a year all work like this.”
“Very good Anna. That is directly from the texts we use. To continue: you each have a bag or pouch containing these items. You may strap it to your belt or wear it on a string around your neck. We call these containers a Witches Pouch or a Witches Bag. Questions?”
There was silence again.
“Next are the potestas lapis we will be using-”
Anna and Duane raised their hands. Franziska rolled her eyes and sighed. “Someone please explain what a potestas lapis is.”
I spoke up: “A potestas lapis is a ‘power stone’, an item, usually crystalline, that stores magic power, kind of like a magical battery.”
“Thank you Michael,” said Franziska. “You will each have at least one of these. We have various forms available: necklaces, pendants, earrings, bracelets, and for those feeling sassy, I’m looking at you Ella Rose, one that is a navel piercing.”
Ella Rose smiled and nodded vigorously. Coral pushed her lightly.
“Last but not least – Michael, you will be wielding Sunshard, I will have Ataraxia. Rayven, you will use one of our wands, Thunderstorm, Betrayer of the Serpent, and Brielle, you will use Blazefury. This brings me to a final note on formations – ladies fight in groups of three and gentleman fight alone.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
“It is in the nature of how men and women use magic differently. The first threesome will be Rayven, Coral, and Ella Rose. The second group will be Brielle, Sybil, and Annabelle. Though we will not technically be engaging in battle, myself, Sabrine, and Anna will train a bit as a third unit. Now Michael has some things to say.”
I got in front of the group. “I know this is tough and I wish Thriza was here. I’m sure she would have something wise and profound to say, to be honest I would like to hear it myself. That is just not the way things are going to work. There is a demon out there, Thriza tried to kill it and failed. Now that task falls to us. Duane and Anna, we aren’t sidelining you it’s just that you both are so new that we just don’t have the time to get you fully trained. Also, we need a plan and you can both drive so you’ll be logistical support. Sabrine, you’re our alchemist and I have a special task for you. So I’d like to see you three before we get started really quick. Franziska?”
“Very good Michael,” she said. “I haven’t completely forgotten you Duane. You’ll be training with Honor’s Call, Mageblade of Corruption. It’s a sword.”
I saw Duane smile and softly mouth the words ‘Fuck yeah’.
Franziska continued: “I want everyone back here in twenty minutes wearing light clothing, hooded cloaks, and sensible footwear. Move ladies!”
Sabrine, Anna, and Duane gathered around me as the group dispersed. Sabrine spoke first: “Michael, I am as powerful as Rayven, I should really be on the front lines.”
“I understand but there is more going on here. We won’t be alone – there will be a couple detectives helping us,” I said.
“Those two from the Albany PD?” asked Anna.
“Right,” I responded. “You’re an alchemist Sabrine. I’m not discounting you – I need you. What do you have that can help our friends, remembering that we have to stay secret and they can’t break any serious laws?”
Sabrine pondered that for a moment. “Bullets,” she said softly. “I can make bullets with alchemical silver and orichalcum – I would need the calibers though.”
“It won ‘t be their service pieces,” observed Duane. “They’ll have to use personal weapons.”
“Right. Good call Duane. Tonight I’ll be coming up with a plan for us and I’ll bounce it off them tomorrow morning. I’ll get the calibers then.”
Anna nodded. “We’ve got to cover all our bases. I’ll take the vehicles out today and make sure they are all gassed up and ready to go.”
“Good Anna. We all need to make sure that our coven-sisters are all in a good mental space. I know that many of them, like Rayven, were very close to Thriza. Take care of yourselves as well,” I said.
Sabrine smiled evilly and glanced at Anna and Duane. “We’ve got the three of us covered.”
That night, as I cobbled together a plan for the Coven and parts of the Albany PD, Anna found herself alone in a bedroom on her knees. Her blonde hair was long, dangling to the small of her back. She was wearing a black latex waist clincher and black platform heels, each secured to her feet with a locked ankle strap. The submissive young woman had her hands folded in front of her and kept her eyes down.
Anna shuddered slightly with a strange combination of anticipation and fear as she heard the door open behind her and two people step in. She heard a female voice: “There she is brother, waiting obediently for us. She is so pretty don’t you think?”
The voice belonged to Sabrine. She easily sauntered across the bedroom, her hips swaying under a skin tight sleeveless latex dress, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Her dark hair was tied back into a long braided pony tail, it’s end wrapped in a metal twist. She was holding a riding crop.
Duane entered behind her. He was wearing a leather harness that left very little to the imagination. He was already halfway hard and his genitals strained against a pair of latex shorts. He also had a riding crop and aggressively slapped it into his hand lightly. “She is quite pretty sister,” he hissed.
“Get on the bed!” ordered Sabrine.
Anna obeyed quickly, without a word, but she wasn’t quite fast enough for Duane. He lightly slapped her bottom with his riding crop. She yelped a bit as she spun around and laid down on the bed. “Faster,” said Duane. “When the mistress speaks you don’t hesitate.”
“Yes master. I will do better,” said Anna.
“Brother, do your duty,” ordered Sabrine. Duane moved forward and tied both of Anna’s wrists to the headboard of the bed with fuzzy Velcro wrist bindings. He strapped her ankles to the base of the bed. Anna could feel her excitement rising. Her bosom was heaving.
“Well done brother. What are your thoughts here? I’m thinking five, five, five, as far as strokes go,” said Sabrine, gesturing toward Anna’s two breasts and crotch with her riding crop. Duane saw Anna’s blue eyes widen.
“I suggest five, five, three, mistress,” Duane answered. “She has been pursuing her lessons regularly and the number thirteen is in keeping with our Coven.”
“Very well,” said Sabrine. “You may start when you are ready.” She playfully ran her riding crop along the length of Anna’s exposed pussy.
“Please don’t hurt her Mistress! She just wants to play. Don’t hurt her,” said Anna.
“Quiet you!” responded Duane. His riding crop whistled through the air, finding Anna’s left and right nipples. Anna yelped again.
“One and two ... strokes. Thank you Master,” screeched Anna, more in surprise than pain. Duane struck twice more, one for each breast. “Three and four! Thank you Master!”
“Do you like being hit?” asked Sabrine.
“Yes Mistress,” responded Anna. “May I please have more?”
The riding crops that Sabrine and Duane were using were not heavy duty tools like a jump bats or dressage whip for horses. They were light toys designed for impulse strikes and romantic play but they could still hurt. Sabrine was an experienced domme and Duane had expressed interest in this unique skill so here they were. Sabrine delivered a light blow directly to Anna’s pussy. She was careful with the force of the blow and avoided her sub’s clitoris.
Anna reacted strongly, again as much with surprise as pain. She squealed and strained against her bindings. “Thank you Mistress,” panted Anna. “Five. Number five.”
“Very good,” purred Sabrine. She leaned over and deeply kissed Anna, feeling the stress level of the girl slowly drop as she ran her fingers through Anna’s sweat dampened hair.
Anna was panting as Duane struck her breasts again, twice in quick succession. She twisted a bit, straining again against her binds. “Six and Seven! Thank you sir!” she panted. Another light blow landed on her pussy. Anna bucked. “Eight,” she moaned.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” demanded Sabrine.
“Yes Mistress!” said Anna. “Five more. Five ... more.”
Sabrine smiled slightly. Anna had wanted to test her limits. Two more quick strokes to her tits from Duane added nine and ten to the count. A thin glow of sweat had risen on Anna’s skin. Her breath was coming out in tight, short blasts. Her body was convulsing inside with an enticing mixture of pain, pleasure, and sexual energy.
Duane finished off his part of the job with a pair of fast, light strokes to Anna’s topside. Her tits, and specifically her nipples, were red and warm. The riding crops that were being used couldn’t break the skin or even leave a big welt but they could irritate the area. Anna dutifully called out the strikes. He leaned over Anna, gently nuzzling her neck and kissing her.
Anna squealed and bucked hard as Sabrine gave her pussy a final slap with the riding crop. This blow was a bit harder than the others as it was a final strike. Anna’s slit was warm and ready. Sabrine noted with pleasure that a light flow of female juices had appeared along Anna’s pussy. Her untouched clit seemed to pulse with desire, eagerly anticipating some attention.
Duane gently released Anna’s cuffs. Her hands immediately wrapped around him as they kissed. Sabrine released the two straps holding Anna’s ankles and turned her attention to Anna’s pussy. She ran her tongue gently along the edges of the slit, adding to Anna’s excitement and relaxing the warm, roughly treated muscles which hid her interior.
Sabrine didn’t hesitate. Her latex dress vanished in a flash of magic and she turned her full attention to Anna’s womanhood. She gently ran her tongue up and down Anna’s pussy, finally penetrating the fleshy lips ever so slightly to taste the interior juices that had started flowing from Anna’s pink innards.
She felt Anna relax and start to enjoy herself as the young woman spread her legs wide in response. Sabrine tasted deeply of her lovers sauce, finally turning her focus to the delicate, throbbing clit at the top of Anna’s pussy. The submissive blonde girl had been right earlier – her clit was eager to play. Sabrine lashed the delicate organ with multiple flicks of her tongue, before pulling back a bit and letting a long thin streamer of drool land on the clit. She watched it drip down the length of the pussy and mix with Anna’s now free flowing juices.