Chapter 1

Daphne was utterly bored and nothing seemed to be going the right way for her these days.

Sure, she was witch of the dark side but that wasn’t her fault. She was born into that role because of her black witch mother and her weird father with his forked tail and the blood red eyes that were so opaque that you never knew what he was thinking. She imagined the problems her mother must have had bending over for the hunchbacked fool when he was in a randy mood.

Well, one can never control one’s destiny if one is born in such a state of genetic imperfection there was definitely no two ways about it.

Her childhood was a mixed bag of good and bad and she knew that she was “special” the moment they kicked her out of the first grade when she crowned the Badcock boy on top of the head with the metal fire engine that was now red with blood instead of red paint. It made her giggle when she saw that the two shades matched almost perfectly. Before that stellar day, her only other real fun was when she roasted little bugs she caught right over the gas flames on the kitchen stove. Her Mom was not that upset over the torture and death of the insects as much as she was fearful little Hex Girl might injure herself by playing with fire.

That was the day her mother decided to home school her instead of running the gauntlet of social workers in the school system with all their rules and regulations.

Now that she was finally eighteen and nubile with all the juices of femininity, she knew the frustration of not having a proper source of hard cock to keep her twat happy in the midnight hours when the mood was on her for coupling with anything with either two or four legs.

It was not a fault of facial good looks or her female figure which was probably in the top ten percent of sexiness in girls if the truth be known. She had taken recently to wearing shorter skirts just high enough to show off her bikini bottoms with the narrow cord covering her brown eye with delicate modesty. Her seductiveness was limited to bending over in front of a male cock that looked somewhat interesting no matter what the man looked like or any consideration of his age or marital status.

She often regretted the fact that he was circumspect in his treatment of her person having had many lusting thoughts of his long crooked cock inside her rooting around trying to find her trigger points to make her shout and scream like her mama when he had her in the horizontal position.

Daphne also was without a brother or an uncle or even a close cousin to give her what she needed in her formative years so she began her sexual life in the alleyway behind the pub hiding her face in the darkness of the entryway and giving up the secrets of her cunt and brown eye to the drunks looking for pussy in the shadows of the night. She took their “tips” with no comment because she never asked for anything except a hard stiff poke in the areas she needed it the most.

One night she was happily taken in the bum by a tall dark stranger with a gentle attitude despite his forceful entry and deep penetration that she found most satisfying.

He placed a silver coin in her palm and she quickly closeted it in between her breasts for safekeeping. He brought her face out into the light and seemed surprised at her age and attractive facial features.

By Jove, we have a pretty little Miss here. I am most astonished.”

Daphne was amused by his words and she giggled for she was still only sixteen years old and still had growing tits and a little bit of baby fat on her rump. She liked to hear the sound of a male’s legs slapping into her backside from behind regardless of which hole he was poking at the time.

The gentleman placed his arm around her shoulders and invited her to his house for bite to eat. She was hungry but was a bit fearful of closer contact with the man because he might be upset to discover she was a terrible Hex Girl with dreadful spells and concoctions to manipulate the people around her to do her bidding when she had to have things her way and no other.

She allowed the man to guide her to his house. It turned out to be quite large almost a mansion of sorts with servants tending to various jobs reserved for common folks and not for gentlemen.

The cook was quite attractive for an older woman and she frowned at Daphne not liking what she saw in the rag-tag clothing and the look of lust in the Hex Girl’s eyes. Daphne didn’t care what she thought and she hummed her favorite tune as she slowly sipped the thick soup in front of her.

The man took her up to his bedroom with the king-sized bed and promptly repeated his anal advances behind the pub. She saw he had handcuffs at all corners of the bed to bind down females for his posterior playtime. Hex Girl assured her perverted gentleman with a fetish for girls brown eyes that would not be necessary in her case because she was entirely onboard with the doggie style humping of her timid sphincter because it was a huge turn-on for her and gave her the nicest tingles down below that she had never felt before.

She followed the older gentleman back downstairs to the kitchen and limped a little bit because her bum was sore from all the back door humping he had given her.

When she told him that, he just laughed and took her missionary style on the kitchen table with the scornful cook watching intently with green eyes filled with envy. He gave it to her hard and heavy with her legs wrapped around his middle hanging on for dear life as he slammed her aching back side down on the gleaming white table so hard that her poor teeth were rattling around inside her head like frozen peas in an empty can.