Chapter 1: A Witch's Slave

As the haze slowly faded from her mind and vision, she gave a long rattling sigh, and looked down to study, with a certain detached horror, the freakish thing that had sprouted from her crotch. It was still erect, and a white fluid was dripping from a slit on the end, the same that was on her hand, and dripping from the mirror. It still radiated a faint, throbbing pleasure simply from being hard.

Inspecting closer, she found her vagina intact; the penis extended, ball-less, from just above her clit. She simply stared at it for a moment before her alarm clock rang, and true panic set in. I just masturbated myself with this... thing... she thought. Oh, God, I'm going to Hell... what do I do? Damnit, Alice, stop panicking...

She glanced quickly around the room, and spotted her tightest pair of panties on the floor. She put them on, tucking that thing (which she noted was still long but slowly softening) up along the flange of her hip. She knew, of course, that it wouldn't help a bit if it got hard again, so she chose a skirt and matching blouse, hoping the flounce would hide the damned thing if it got hard. She then cleaned up after herself, slipped into her shoes, and raced for the bus.

Alice knew she must've looked awkward walking into school holding her bookbag in front of her, but the bus ride had been bumpy as usual, and her panties had rubbed against that sensitive tip. As she walked to homeroom, she went over how it might have happened. Perhaps she had come down with some rare disease? Or... perhaps it was genetics! No, that couldn't be it. She knew she was too good to have been cursed... right? She went to Church every week, said her prayers every night...

Then, her thoughts trailed off as she laid her eyes on a redheaded, freckled girl. It was no one she knew personally, and had seen her before, but... she couldn't help but stare. The girl was wearing a babydoll tee and hip-hugging jeans, and was simply... Alice lacked the words to describe the chemical rush radiating from her groin as she simply stared at the girl's hips. The... thing... felt as hard as a rock, and she was beginning to see that haze from before at the edges of her vision.

"Well, I never suspected Alice Doxer was bi," the girl remarked jokingly.

Alice blinked, and her ears and cheeks burned. "I-I'm not!" she stuttered, glancing around, but thankfully, the hall was empty. Damn, had she stared for that long? Awkwardly, she shifted the bookbag in front of her. She was so hard it was becoming uncomfortable. "I was just... just... I didn't recognize the brand... and..."

"Oh?" the redhead asked, her eyebrows raised. "It's just a pair of Levi's. Thought you'd know." With that, she winked. "I'll keep your secret though. I'm gay myself. If you ever want to hook up, my name's Teresa Balden." With another wink, Teresa walked by, and Alice stared after her. When she saw Teresa's hips deliberately swing, she had a distinct urge to run into the girls' room right then and there... but just then, First Bell rang.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, she thought as people began pouring out of the homeroom classes. Alice, what the fuck are you doing? She shook her head, and shuddered. It's this God-forsaken THING that's making me... this way. Damnit, damnit, if that bitch Elle had seen what just happened...

Immediately, realization hit her, and her eyes snapped wide open. That... that bitch! With her finger...

Then, she caught a glimpse of the little dyke. She glared hatefully, unable to keep her gaze from Elle's body. The wretched bitch, however, glanced back at her with an innocent, curious frown. If Elle had somehow cast a spell on her, she was certainly good at hiding it. Alice shuddered again, and headed for her locker.

Elle smirked inwardly as she saw realization dawn on Alice's face, a smirk that only deepened as the stuck-up blonde's furious eyes found her. She simply continued on her way to pre-Calc with an innocent look on her face. She knew the bitch's schedule; she had to be able to avoid her, and yesterday had been a freak accident. Today was the day she'd have her way with the neo-hermaphrodite.

The late afternoon sun filtered in through a skylight in the girls' locker room. As the last occupants left, Alice sat down on a bench, sobbing. This had to end. She was going to have it cut off... but just the thought of someone seeing the damned thing, even a doctor... She shuddered. She'd taken her gym clothes and put them on in a bathroom stall - luckily, her shorts were baggy enough to hide it, but it had come free from her panties on her third lap from the jogging. It'd been a miracle no one had seen as she scuttled, hunched over, back to the locker room.

Presently, she gave a start. A pair of hands had crept from behind and cupped her breasts. A face rubbed her neck, and Elle's voice came, husky and sensuous: "Mmmm, Alice... just who do you think you were fooling with that bookbag over your crotch?" Alice froze as one hand left her chest and traveled down to where her new organ was quickly hardening again at the flange of her hip. As Elle's hand touched it, Alice tried to fight back, but found her hands had been drawn behind her back, bound by some kind of force. As it stood, she could only kick her feet, but doing so sent her flying backwards, landing on the floor.

"Y-you... bitch!" she gasped as she struggled. Try as she might, she could not pull her hands free of each other... and to her horror, she found that neither could she pull her knees together closer than about a foot. "You did this! Turn me back, spawn of Satan! Undo it!"

Elle simply smiled. Alice was painfully aware of the brunette's every curve as she walked over. "No," Elle said, and smiled even wider as a wicked gleam appeared in her eyes. "You've deprived me of a life here at Dainsworth High. Because everyone loves you, and you made your hatred of me known, I've been an outcast. The butt of the joke on the lips of every student, like everyone else who's... different." She dropped demurely to sit beside the blonde, and ran a hand along her stomach. "I think it's time you gave something back."

"But... n... no!" Alice stuttered, but it was too late. Somehow her shirt and bra had disappeared and Elle's lips were on a nipple, her tongue flicking lightly and sucking it in. Her hand was on the blonde's other breast, alternating between softly groping and mimicking her tongue. Alice stifled a moan, determined not to give the bitch that pleasure, but she could not help but arch her back, pushing her chest up into Elle's ministrations, her new organ throbbing for attention, and aching at receiving none.

She couldn't help but give a tiny yelp as Elle pulled the nipple with her teeth and let snap back; it was as if an electric shock had shot from her nipple straight to her groin. She felt her cunt become damp as the shock traveled straight up the cock. "Mmmm," Elle moaned encouragingly, "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

"You... bitch," Alice half-growled, half-gasped, as Elle's hands then left her breasts to roam the blonde's body. The brown-haired girl's touch left behind a burning blush. Alice had had no idea she could be so sensitive at this state of arousal, and sighed involuntarily. Damnit, she knew she needed it. But this bitch, this...

She drew in breath through her teeth, hissing as she found that Elle's hands had traveled lower and were now massaging her hips and legs. Elle had repositioned herself between her legs, which she could now no longer bring any closer together than two feet and counting. Then she gasped as she felt Elle's hands slide up her inner thighs, and gave a deep moan as two fingers rubbed the length of her cunt; a moan that rose several octaves in surprise as she felt the two fingers travel up the shaft of her new cock. Nothing had ever felt that good, not even that morning when she'd brought herself off, and Elle hadn't even touched the sensitive tip.

Those two fingers came back down, and began to rub over the lips of Alice's cunt, and she felt immense resent for the dyke. This was wrong. They'd both burn in Hell for it; that's what she'd been taught. God disapproved of such behavior, so her parents had told her... Her resent was nearly flooded out by shame at the sensation of Elle's soft tongue replacing her fingers as the brunette slipped a hand under each thigh and held them even further apart.

Tears of shame began to flow freely from Alice's eyes as Elle ate her out, that darting tongue thrusting into her as far as it would go before coming right back out to attack the clit emerging from its hood, sending electric shocks through her body and resonating through her cock, which was now throbbing with need. Oh, how she needed to stroke it, to rub, to tug at it. Occasionally, Elle would bring her tongue a little higher to lick at the base of the cock. "Please... I... I..." she gasped...

Elle gave another encouraging moan that turned into a giggle as Alice moaned herself at the vibration of Elle's voice. Suddenly, her hands were free. She immediately reached for her throbbing cock, but instead, her hands came of their own volition to her breasts, and began to grope and caress them. "Oh, God," Alice moaned as she threw her head back. This added stimulation was too much. She needed to come so badly, and immense pleasure was radiating from her cunt, far more than when Chad had fingered her.

Then she felt Elle give a sharp nibble on her clit. "Oh my GOD," she yelped, and moaned deeply as her climax took her completely by surprise. Her body shook and spasmed as she squeezed hard on her breasts. Then her whole body tensed for a second before lying limp on the floor.