Feature Writer: Small Guy
Feature Title: Witch & Wizard
Story Codes: Supernatural, Incest
WITCH & WIZARD
The banging on the door was incessant. “I’m coming, damn it, I’m coming!”
I glared angrily at all the reagents I had laid out, the half done spell work. This had better be good, or I would blast them all into nonexistence. It took hours to set up this spell, and I had been planning this for quite a while. Gripping my wizened, rune adorned staff, I trudged through my tower, down the stairs, to the door. They knocked again. “ARGH!” I shouted as I flung the large, heavy doors open.
A timid, mouse-like man stood there. He wore breeches, a clean white shirt, and a leather vest. Poor, but not extremely poor. He was wringing his hands, a clear sign that he was nervous. Brown, mousy hair, and common brown eyes. Probably another guy with a problem, seeking the wizard. I sighed.
“Well? Out with it, boy! I haven’t got all day here!” I tried to look as menacing as possible. I really was peeved right now, and couldn’t bear to hear another pity story.
The man only wrung his hands harder. I wondered if he was going to squeeze gold out of them, or something. “Ahh…Master Harry Mithros…I have come from the small town of Kaile. Perhaps you remember it?” His face suggested he would rather I forget.
I combed my mind. Yes…Kaile…I remembered that town. A poor town, plagued by an infestation of magical pests. That, in itself, would have been easy to fix. But they tried to deal with it by calling in priests or hedge witches. Nothing worked. The pests had banded together, fed off the energies in the town, and become a bogeyman. They had finally called me. The bogeyman had been immensely powerful, and they hadn’t even KNOWN it was a bogeyman, so I had to fight it ill prepared. Hell, I nearly lost my life. I only survived due to quick thinking and calling in some immense favors from the Erlking and Odin. Not fun.
In return, Kaile had paid me with… nothing. They didn’t have anything. The bogeyman had devoured all their crops, and most of everything else, so they had nothing. In a rage, I had left the town, vowing never to aid them again unless they paid me. Favors from the higher gods don’t come easy.
And here was someone. I scrutinized him. “Yes, I remember Kaile.” I growled. “Have you come with payment, or do I have to call in expensive favors for free again?”
The man trembled under my glare. “We have…we have payment, good sir. Would you like me to fetch it?”
I stepped back. “Very well. I shall determine if this payment is enough, though.”
The man nodded miserably. I had originally assumed he might have been the reeve of the town, but now, considering his actions and his behavior, I think I would be complimenting him if I placed him above the town drunk.
While I was pondering his possible social status in town, he returned. “This…this is Anna.” He managed to choke out.
Anna? I looked at the girl next to him. A pretty redhead, perhaps seven or eight. Her face was clean and pale, and her green eyes met me with no fear. She wore a simple sackcloth dress, and for a moment, I wondered why she was here…
“This is your payment?” I tried not to roar, but it’s hard to speak quietly when you go days without speaking to anyone.
The man cowered. “Y-y-yes. She has witch abilities, and we thought you would be glad to have fresh blood! Please, don’t kill me, don’t!”
Don’t kill him, I thought wryly. It was fine to kill the girl, but don’t kill him. Damn country folk.
I quieted down, and waved him away. “The payment is…sufficient.” Who knows, perhaps Mab might like another human plaything. Perhaps I could summon a demon with the blood of an innocent.
I wondered if she was a virgin. They usually were worth more on the supernatural “market”.
The man was already halfway down the hill, and still jogging, as I led the girl by the hand inside. I had set my staff to the side, and was walking toward the stairs when she surprised me by speaking. “Are you my daddy?”
I whirled on her. “Am I your daddy? Why would I be your daddy? Do I look like your daddy?” I tried to intimidate her. If you don’t lay down the law early, bad things would happen, especially with children.
“I don’t know. I never saw my daddy. Are you my daddy?” She showed not the least bit of fear. Damn these children and their innocence.
“NO!” I roared back at her, trying to get the slightest recoil from her. “I am not your bloody daddy! Now, stay here, in this room, at THIS table!” I gestured to a large round stone table that acted as food table and sometimes, sacrificial table. I really needed to get back to my spell work.
The girl didn’t even flinch. She obediently walked to the stone table, and sat on one of the wooden stools. She touched the table with one finger. “It feels…tingly.”
My eyebrows shot up. “It feels…what?”
She looked at me. “Tingly. My finger wants to twitch when I touch it.” As if to emphasize her statement, her finger twitched a bit, still touching the table. “Can you be my daddy?”
“Wait, wait, wait. You feel the table? You can…sense it?” The table was a summoning stone. It acted as a portal between worlds, and I used it to summon many things, including fae, demons, and angels. Although I used my power to summon creatures, the table itself hummed with hidden power that I drew upon to hold a summoned being in place and, sometimes, force it to obey. And this girl, Anna, could…sense it? Perhaps the man wasn’t lying when he said this girl might have potential.
“Mm-hmm. You didn’t answer my question. Can you be my daddy?” She cocked her head, green eyes locking onto mine, brilliant hair swaying to one side.
“Uhh…maybe later. I need to go now.” And indeed I did. I could probably continue from where I was in my summoning if I got back fast enough. I would have to deal with Anna’s potential later.
“Wait!” Anna cried. “Daddy, can I come with you?”
“Absolutely not!” I couldn’t afford to lose her before I’d done…whatever I planned to do with her. I started off again…
“Daddy! Wait! Please? I’ll be good. Please?” Her eyes were pleading, her whole body was pleading with me. I tore my eyes away, trying to find a middle ground… My eyes caught on two items at eye level.
I pulled the two ritual dolls out of the shelf chiseled in stone and tossed them both to her. The dolls were made of white cloth, and had no facial features or details at all. They were control dolls, that, when imbued with a piece of the victim, could be used to control the victim. In actuality, it wasn’t that clean. You pitted your will against your victims, and a strong-willed and prepared victim could easily throw off mental attacks with ease. The only true advantage the dolls gave was surprise.
But I wasn’t worried. The girl didn’t have anything from me, and anyways, she couldn’t possibly know what they were. “Here. You can play with these.” I turned away again.
And was attacked from behind. I saw Anna’s bare arms clasp around my waist, the dolls still clutched tightly in them. “Thank you, daddy!”
I patted her hands while simultaneously trying to untangle them.
“Ahh…yes Anna. But now, your daddy has to go off and do some work, okay?” The word “daddy” fell like a stone. It made it all seem…permanent. Why did my heart seem to melt each time I looked into her eyes?
I left her playing with the two dolls, giggling and laughing as she made them interact. As soon as I entered the laboratory, all thought of Anna and her flaming red hair left my mind. It was time to work. I picked up the brush from where I had left it, dipped it in the glowing paint, and started to paint the runes again…
I was halfway through a rune of protection (my fifth, the creature I was going to summon was not going to be easy), when suddenly, my arm jerked, drawing a huge glowing line that crossed the circle of protection and two of my carefully drawn runes.
“ARGH!” I screamed, throwing the paintbrush halfway across the room. Suddenly, I fell forward, only to be caught by some invisible force. I stood like that stupidly for a moment, halfway to falling down, before the implications hit me.
I was under attack by a control doll. But by who? My enemies were mostly dead, I hadn’t given out any of my hair or blood recently, and why would they do…this? Most people tended to have a victim strangle themselves when using a control doll.
I focused my mind and will and formed a wall in front of the attacking force. By the gods, was it powerful! I had a feeling that if this attack had been meant to do damage, it easily would have. However, what intrigued me was that it was an untrained force. Instead of the carefully measured, knife-like attack of a professional, this one threw itself against me in waves, large, blunt waves with extremely straightforward commands.
Still fighting it, I went back downstairs. Anna sat there, happily playing with the dolls. Her face brightened as she saw me.
“Daddy! Do you want to play dolls with me? Look, this one’s you!”
She picked up one of the dolls to show me. And indeed, it was me. Before I even saw it, I could feel the tingle of magic on its surface. Somehow, Anna, by sheer force of will, had made the blank, white doll into a semblance of me, with the green cloak usually wore. Indeed, one had to look closely to see that it wasn’t a miniature me, but rather, a doll. And, surprisingly enough, the other one was Anna, complete with her red hair, brilliant green eyes, and sackcloth dress.
I couldn’t speak for a few seconds. Through sheer force of blunt will, she had imbued these two dolls with the essence needed to control a person. And she didn’t even know how! That man was under exaggerating when he said she had “some” potential.
But for now, to deal with this. My summoning circle was ruined, but I wasn’t angry. It was like losing a mark and finding a crown. I sat down next to her, tried my best to smile, and took the doll away from her. “Okay, I’ll play dolls with you.”
Anna smiled. I almost fell down with the sheer force of it. She handed me the doll that was me, and, as soon as it left her hand and will, it lost all resemblance to the victim, reverting to the original, white cloth doll.
Anna looked at it in surprise. “What happened, daddy? Why isn’t that doll you anymore?”
She couldn’t have given me a better way to introduce her to her magic. “It was only me because you wanted it to be. Anna, you have the potential to be an extremely good witch.”
I was going to go on further, but her face made me stop. As soon as she heard “witch”, her grin slid off, and her eyes began to brim with tears. Her doll was tossed to the side. She covered her face, stood up, and walked away from me, into a corner. I could hear sobs.
I was confused, so I joined her in the corner of my stone tower. Uneducated in this type of thing, all I could do was stroke her beautiful red hair. Finally, I spoke. “What’s wrong, Anna?”
She was sobbing quieter now. “You…you hate me!” Her crying intensified.
I never could understand children. “Why would I hate you?”
“Because…I’m a witch!” she wailed.
Clearly this wasn’t the first time this had happened. I drew her unresisting body into my lap, and sat there, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down. She was still crying, and not meeting my eyes.
“Why would I be mad at you if you were a witch?” I murmured into her ear.
“Because…because we deal with the Devil, and we’re evil, and nobody wants us, not even our parents!” Her body shook with the intensity of her tears.
“Are you evil, Anna? Are you?” I brushed away the hair that had been covering her face, revealing that beautiful skin, those emerald-green eyes. “I know for sure the last one is false, because I…your daddy…want you. I want you a lot.” The word came out more smoothly than it did last time, but it still felt like a rock in my throat.
She sat there crying for a few more minutes, protected from the outside world by my arms. Her tears eventually cleared up, and she gained control of herself again. “Daddy?”
“Yes Anna?”
“Why am I a witch? And why don’t people like witches?”
I sighed. This would take a while to tell in full, so I tried to summarize it best as possible. “I don’t exactly know why people hate witches. A witch is a girl with magical powers, just as a wizard is a man with them. Both can get their power from demons and the devil, but, for some reason, people tend to classify women as doing so more often. But I promise you, Anna, as long as we both live, no matter what you do, I won’t stop loving you.”
This perked her up quite a bit. “Really? Thank you, daddy!” She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I pushed her away after a few minutes. “Okay, Anna. But the original reason I came down to talk to you about was to ask if you wanted to learn magic. You have lots of potential; more than I have or will ever have. Never, in my life, could I do what you did with the dolls.” I gestured to the two now blank dolls that lay on the floor. “So, what I’m asking is, do you want to learn magic?”
She looked surprised. “Really? I really…am magic? I can learn, just like you? Can I be a good witch? Please?” As if she had to ask me. I couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Only you can determine whether or not you’re a good witch. But I’ll take that as a yes?”
“Yes, daddy! I want to be like you! I want to learn how to be a good witch!” Laughing, she threw her arms and body against me again. I noticed how I could feel the warmth of her slim body through the thin, worn piece of sackcloth, how her slender legs were uncovered, had never been covered in the first place…
I stood up as she let go. I dug through a box of talismans that I kept, and came up with two tracking talismans. They looked identical, simple golden rings with a single, bright red gem, hung on coarse strings, meant to go around the neck. I gave on to Anna. “For…for me?” she asked, staring at the gem in delight and surprise.
I nodded. “Look carefully, Anna. Take the ring and point it in different directions. What do you see?”
She hung it around her neck, and did as I told her. “It grows…brighter, daddy. Brighter and duller. It’s brightest when it points at your ring.”
I grinned at her. When had I become such a softie? “That’s right, Anna. And mine does the same. This way, we can find each other, no matter where we are. This way, we can find each other no matter where we are!” On impulse, I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
She gave me another great big hug. It was becoming a habit, but one I didn’t want to break. “Thank you, daddy! This is the best present anyone has EVER given to me!”
“Okay, okay Anna. We don’t need to get TOO emotional about it.” Still, I was smiling like an idiot, very pleased with myself for making her so happy.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and night teaching her about the basics of magic. My summoning would have to be redone, but I could do that tomorrow; it wasn’t as important as Anna. I talked to her about force of will (the most important thing in magic), as well as things one could use to focus that will. She wanted a staff, just like mine, but I talked her out of it.
We debated a wand, but she accidentally broke the first stick of wood I gave her. Finally, she decided on a good conductor.
“The doll! I want the doll!” I brought both the control dolls to her. She weighed them, sniffed them, felt them. Personally, I couldn’t tell the difference, but she threw one away, and showed the other to me. “This one was you, daddy!”
This would be…quite interesting, to say the least. At the beginning of a wizard or witch’s training, their conductor would be weak, powerless, until they started to use it. As they grew in power, it would grow stronger, and become more imbued with magic, just like my staff. Typically, people chose things that could store magic well, metal weapons or charms, wooden wands and staffs, and occasionally, a familiar. A control doll could store magic well, though, bit it was an…unorthodox choice. It would be interesting to see where it would lead.
I helped her learn how to focus her will, making the doll levitate. Each time she was able to lift it higher, I made the doll dance around the table, earning bright peals of laughter. It took a lot of effort, but it was worth it each time she smiled. We ended the lesson voraciously hungry.
I took some bread, apples, and cheese out of my time capsule, a compartment set in the ground. That spell had take over a year to do, but any inanimate object set into it would remain in the exact same state until it was taken out. It was extremely useful for storing food. The bread was still freshly baked and the apples had a nice, crisp crunch.
Anna devoured the food like a beast, tearing huge chunks of bread and crunching deeply into the apple. I brought her a water skin as she ate. “Slow down there! We don’t want you getting sick!” She gave no sign she heard me, just kept on eating.
We both finished at the same time, although I ate a lot less than she did. Her face was dotted with crumbs and apple juice, and I wiped it with a cloth. “Are you just hungry because you did magic, or do you usually eat like that?” I asked jokingly.
It was getting late, and we were both exhausted. I gave her a piggyback ride up the stairs, and to my room. I didn’t have a guest room, but my bed was big enough for us both. My room was sparsely furnished, as all I really did was sleep here. There was a spring in the corner, courtesy of Oberon, and a nice fireplace, which I let. It threw heat waves across the room, warming us both.
Anna smiled at me. “Are we going to sleep in the same bed, daddy? I want to.”
I shrugged helplessly. “It looks like we have no other choice.” I responded, taking off my cloak and shirt. I usually slept with nothing on, but…for now, I’d make an exception. I’d keep my smallclothes on.
Anna had no choice, though. She stripped off the burlap sack and tossed it to the side. I prayed that I didn’t look hungry as my eyes roamed all over her pure, slim, perfect body. She was just a tiny bit thin, but still beautiful for it. Her vagina, the tiny treasure, was just a hairless crevice between her legs. She made no move to cover her barely developing breasts, which had been hidden by the shapelessness of her clothing. Anna noticed my eyes roaming her body, but I prayed she didn’t notice my growing hard-on. “Do you think I’m pretty, daddy?”
“I…I think you’re beautiful.” I responded truthfully. She gave me a coy smile as she got into bed next to me.
We pressed extremely close together, despite the heat in the room. I prayed she would not notice my cock, so we could stay like this, spooning. And she didn’t. I brushed her hair aside and kissed her on the cheek. “Good night, Anna, my daughter.” Now it didn’t feel like a rock anymore. It felt right, totally and absolutely right.
“Good night, daddy.”
PART TWO
RAP, RAP, RAP. I was jolted out of sleep by the incessantly bothersome rapping on the window. I had been so comfortable, with my precious little girl. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, glaring angrily at the window. My hand landed something soft, something solid, something warm. What?
I had supported myself by placing a hand solidly on Anna’s chest, massaging her breasts. She mumbled a bit, and her eyes opened, squinting at me in the bright morning light. She gave me a sleepy smile as I hastily withdrew my hand. “Ahh…Anna. It looks like we may have gotten our first job together, today.” I gestured at the crow rapping the window. Anna nodded and rolled over. I guess it would be okay if she slept a bit later today.
I threw open the window, and the crow flew in and perched near the fireplace. We conversed, and I learned of the plight. Villages tended to have a mystic, who would use crows to call me when they needed more help than they could provide. Apparently, here, the mystic was stumped.
In the village of Burgac, not one mile away, things had been disappearing, precious things. Gold, silver, even tin and iron, anything shiny had been disappearing. The mystic had tried to stop it, but couldn’t. So they called me. Their price would be one out of twenty of each silver or gold item I found, and one out of ten of each tin and iron. They would choose the items. It sounded like a fair enough price, considering all I would have to deal with was probably a magpie imp, or, at worst, maybe a rogue brownie.
Anna had gotten up and was watching in amazement as I sent the crow off with my answer. “Wow, daddy! You can talk to birds?”
I smiled at her. “Only crows. And guess what? We have a job today, and it’s an easy one. Put on your clothes, and we can go.”
She obediently slipped into her burlap sack as I put on my robe. “We need to get you some better clothes.” I said to Anna, frowning. She smiled at me. “As long as you think I’m pretty, daddy, I don’t need clothes at all!”
We set off around half an hour later. I carried my all purpose staff, and Anna, her doll. The tracking rings hung around our necks, glittering brightly in the sunlight. Flung over my shoulder was a sack of food and my pockets clinked with money. Our trip took longer than it should have, since Anna kept stopping to pick flowers or look at the scenery and beauty of the open fields. As much as I wished for all deliberate haste, I could not deny her when she stuck her bottom lip out and said “Please?” in that endearing way.
But we got there in the end. The people in town (not much, many were out working in the fields or at home, working on who-knows-what), gave us odd glances, especially staring at Anna.
They tended to be used to me, if not totally comfortable around a wizard. I walked to the reeve’s house, the biggest and most centrally located. It also acted as a small, four room inn, and the town hall when this town needed to meet.
“Daddy, where are we going?” Anna was looking around with wide eyes as we walked through the town. Drat, I had forgotten Anna. Perhaps I could find her someone to play with…
“Hey! You!” I called out, pointing with my staff toward a young, brown-haired girl who appeared to be doing her best to look indifferent toward us. She glanced around twice, then lazily trotted toward us, her simple dress trailing behind her. I judged her to be a bit younger than Anna.
“You called…sir?” Her voice sounded lazy too, as if she had nothing to do but lounge.
“Yes. I want you to keep Anna company.” I gestured to Anna, as if it hadn’t been obvious who she might be.
The girls gave each other that once-over so common to females, then the other girl nodded. “Sure.”
I waved Anna away. “Well? What’re you waiting for? Go play!” Anna clutched her doll close to her chest as she walked away from me, glancing back every few seconds to make sure I hadn’t left her.
In the reeve’s house, a maid informed me that I would have to while he came back from the fields. I set my bag to the side while the reeve’s wife fetched me some hot tea, then amused myself by manipulating the hot water. I had been waiting for a good half-hour before the reeve showed himself.
He was a large, bear-like man known as Thomas Lucson. He was a strong-willed and formidable man, kept in check by his shrewd and cunning wife. They were a good, fitting couple, and he was a good reeve. Thomas sat down across from me, and his wife brought out a long sheet of parchment. “So, you’re here to deal with our problem?”
I nodded. “It seems to me you might have a magpie impling or rogue brownie, or perhaps someone here angered a weak fae. It shouldn’t take more than a day or two to deal with, and room and board need not be provided.”
Thomas frowned. “That’s what our mystic said. Well, except for the last choice. But every time she put a tracking spell, it would fall apart at the same place, a river. So we’ve never even gotten close to where the jewelry ends up.”
Now I was confused too. A river, or any other moving water, would wash away magic easily, and a weak mystic’s traveling spells stood no chance. But what I was confused about was the fact that the magical creature I suspected would even dare approach a river. Merely touching the water would sap their energy, and putting anything more than a finger or tongue in it would probably knock them out.
I shrugged. “What’s the list, Thomas?”
He handed it to me. “It’s a list of what has been stolen. We thought it could be helpful.”
Damn right it was helpful. I carefully read through. Thomas’s wife had been kind enough to list each object, it’s material, and who had owned it. It was interesting that a large portion of the objects had belonged to three or four families, and that those families were the richer ones in town. Typically, they had better barriers to fae, and the fae didn’t care who they stole from, unless they had a grudge.
I finished reading, and set the paper down. “What hasn’t been stolen?”
“The mystic thought you might ask that. Some of our hidden away treasures haven’t even been touched, and money tends to stay where it is, unless it’s truly foolishly left out. Our shiny nails and some of the smaller, shinier farm implements go missing too. A few pieces of iron or steel here and there.”
Okay, now that was extremely weird. No fae in their right mind would even think about taking an iron or steel nail or farm tool, no matter how shiny it might be. It would burn them as soon as they touched it, and they would have been taught early on to leave it be. No, this reeked of human…
“What if I told you this wasn’t the work of the fair folk?” I asked the reeve. “Would you still let me do this?”
Thomas nodded. “Our mystic came to that conclusion too, and she took a lot longer. Unfortunately, even knowing that, she couldn’t find the thieves. We are still willing to pay the full amount if you can find who is doing this.”
I stood up. “Very good. I think I should start-”
The door flew open, and the girl who I had paired with Anna earlier rushed in. She was disheveled, and one of the sleeves on her dress had been pushed to one side, almost revealing a nipple. “Wizard! Master Wizard Mithros! Quickly, come quickly!”
The reeve stood up. “What happens to be the problem, Charlotte?” he growled.
She paid him no heed. “Quickly, sir! Anna has been hurt!”
In two seconds, I was following Charlotte through the houses, and out towards the side of town. She was babbling as she weaved through the streets and grass, but I was focused on the ring around my neck. Strange, we were going in the wrong direction…
Anna was sitting at the side of the river, crying into her hands. Her clothing was torn a bit, revealing too much skin to be considered usable, but she looked okay. She was a bit dirtier for the tussle, though. I quickly knelt beside her and checked everything first, to make sure she was still whole in body. She was.
“Anna, what happened?” I tried not to let my anger show in my voice.
“I was…I was attacked!” She cried harder.
I picked her up and set her in my lap. “By who? By what?”
Anna couldn’t answer, so Charlotte did. “Three boys,” she told me, her voice no longer lazy, but urgent.
My eyebrows shot up. “And did they…do anything to her?”
Charlotte apparently knew what I was talking about. “No, nothing of the kind. But they did take her-”
“They took my ring!” Anna cried, and buried her face in my robe.
Charlotte shrugged. “I told her she was lucky she kept her doll. Clung onto it like it was gold or something. Got her quite a few punches and pinches for that.” And indeed, Anna still clutched her doll, now dirtied, to her chest.
The reeve approached. “What’s wrong, Master Mithros?”
I set the gently crying Anna down. “It appears some of your village boys have been rough with my apprentice. I will not tolerate this. Have I permission to track them down?”
The reeve thought a bit, then nodded. “If it’s the same three boys that I’m thinking of, you have permission to turn their behinds to fire. Being from the richest families doesn’t mean you can just do this kind of thing.”
“Thank you. I will not be long.”
Thomas gave me one last nod and left. I wiped away Anna’s tears. “There, there. We will get those three back. Do not cry, Anna, it is unbecoming.”
She sniffed a little bit, tears still trickling down her face. “But they took your gift! It was pretty, and it linked us, and now they took it!”
I winked. “But they didn’t take the other one, did they?” I pulled my ring out of my cloak, and waved it at her. Anna smiled a bit.
I took it off and gave it to her. “And because you were the victim, I say you should be the one to track those poor fools down. What do you say?”
Anna stared at the ring, stunned for a few minutes. “Thank…thank you, daddy…” She appeared hypnotized.
I gently nudged her. “C’mon, let’s go.”
She smiled at me, making my heart leap. “Thank you, daddy!” Anna wasted no time in checking the direction the ring was supposed to be, and setting off in a quick jog toward the woods. I followed her.
Charlotte came with us, at the same pace. “Well, you need SOMEONE to lead you through these woods, don’t you? And besides, I want to see these boys when you get revenge. They’ve been touching my butt way too often for it to be an accident anymore…”
The trees rushed by us as Anna and Charlotte navigated their way through. Once or twice, we had to circumnavigate a patch of blackberry bushes, or a small burbling creek. The light shined brightly through the tree branches and leaves, and it would have been a nice walk had we not been searching for the three bullies. Still, it smelled nice and woody, and I felt unusually happy that I was able to do such thing for my…daughter.
I heard voices. “Stop.” Anna and Charlotte stopped. “Charlotte, you may watch, but be silent. Anna, come with me.”
I followed the voices, no longer needing the ring to guide the way. We found ourselves in some annoyingly itchy brush at the side of a clearing, where the thieves stood. Anna huddled close to me as we observed them. I sensed Charlotte at the other side…
There were, indeed, three boys. Each one was reasonably well muscled, but with more fat than muscle. They all had brown hair and brown eyes. The largest stood in the center, a boy seemingly made of fat. To his left stood a shrewish young man, hunched, eyes darting everywhere. To his right, a rather simple looking boy whose head nodded almost uncontrollably. They weren’t too important, though.
The girl was. A single girl, perhaps twelve or thirteen, blonde haired and blue eyed, stood in the center, absolutely nude. It was clear the boys were entranced with her, their eyes unable to leave her, and I soon saw why. A ring on her finger glinted blue towards me, and I closed my eyes and sent my mind’s eye toward it. It had been, and was still, a magical conductor, specifically for glamour. It was very weak, but strong enough when paired with the girl’s natural charm to easily captivate any man.
“Look what I found, Jill!” One of the boys, the fattest, held out…Anna’s ring! I heard Anna hiss beside me as she saw it.
“What WE found!” added the shrewish boy. Thankfully, they were all clothed. I guessed that this one probably looked like a rat when nude.
“Yeah, all of us found it,” the dumb looking one added, nodding again.
“Very good, boys!” Jill’s voice was also layered with charm, and I could see the boys drooling. “I think you’ll get good rewards for this…” She smiled suggestively as her ringed finger slid down to her pussy.
I entered before the boys could finish stripping off their trousers. That was not something I wanted to see. I dragged Anna with me as we stepped into the clearing. At first, the boys didn’t even see me, their minds on the act of lust they were about to start. The girl did. Her eyes widened fractionally, but she was smart.
Jill gave me a brilliant smile, apparently not noticing my cloak. “Oh dear. Four at once? And you a full grown man? Well, maybe I could fit you in my mouth…” She flashed the ring at me, and I felt the glamour working, pushing my mind in ways I didn’t want to be pushed.
I could have easily resisted it myself, but looking at Anna helped a lot. She was my pillar of earth, and she held me anchored. I looked back to Jill, who still smiled as the now nude boys (damnit, I hadn’t been able to prevent that) stepped toward her. She had no idea her glamour blocked from me…
With three clunks, I felled the boys with my staff. They went down like rocks, and I’d like to think I left huge lumps on their heads. Anna pulled her ruby ring away from where it had fallen, and it joined my ring around her neck. She touched them both, then hugged her doll. “I have everything again, daddy!”
Jill tried not to look too surprised. “Oooh…so you want me for you own, you beast? Come and get some…” She moved her hips suggestively, and I got the full blast of her glamour. I fought back with my mind, but, apparently, lust trumps reason. It was difficult, and my eyes wouldn’t leave the ring so I could look at Anna. My eyes roamed over Jill’s beautiful, slim body, and I licked my lips as my mind mentally raped her. My body was responding in so many ways. I could deal with her…after…after this…
I saw a white thing fly towards Jill. It hit her, and she caught it, and the spell was broken. With the bright blue gem no longer in my eyes, I had all my common sense back. I got ready to give this girl the spanking of a lifetime. But apparently, I didn’t need to.
Jill screamed shrilly, different from the husky voice she had used earlier. “Get it off, get it off!”
Get what off? All I saw was that she was holding Anna’s white doll…oh. I looked to Anna, and she was glaring at Jill resolutely and angrily. Her torn dress ignored, you would have thought she was a princess, the way she held herself. I felt a pang of pride and love.
Unfortunately, the pride and love would have to wait. Anna was becoming pale with the effort of sustaining the spell, and her breathing grew faster and shallower. As I watched, I felt the last bit of energy pour into the doll, before it broke off, snapping back to Anna. Anna’s eyes lost their determination as she felt the drain on her energy and will that such a spell took, and, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jill faint from fear.
I dived for Anna as she collapsed, and barely made it. My chin hit the ground hard as I felt Anna fall into my outstretched hands. I got back up and cradled her close. She was awake, but barely. “Are you okay, Anna?”
She nodded, and nuzzled into me. “I’m tired, daddy…” I felt her breathing slow as she began to sleep.
I could have stayed like that forever, supporting my beautiful daughter in my arms, but then Charlotte stepped out of her hiding place. She also dragged out, with her, a crudely made wooden box, and the clinking noises inside told me…
I still held Anna as we pushed the slab of wood they used as a cover aside. Inside was a motley collection of trinkets, baubles, and other shiny things, probably the rings and necklaces and bracelets the rest of the village was missing. “You found it, you found it!” Charlotte exclaimed.
I grinned. “No, you found it. Now, can you go fetch Reeve Lucson and some other people to get these criminals back home? I’d rather not carry them…”
It was only a few minutes before she returned, but that was enough time for me to get Anna’s doll back to her. Anna woke up as I pushed the doll back into her hands. “Mmm…hi, daddy…” She shook her head as if to clear her mind. I gently set her back on her feet.
Charlotte came with Thomas and three other women, all large and well-built, probably the parents of the three boys. The largest one wailed and dropped to her knees next to the fat boy, and brought his head close, feeling him. I rolled my eyes. “They’re not dead, but they need to be punished.”
Over the next few minutes, I explained what had happened. The women were about to protest and shriek and generally make bitches of themselves, but the reeve stared them into silence.
They took their sons and left, which still left Jill lying face down on the ground…
Thomas opened the crude chest again, and picked out a few baubles to give me. I got a golden necklace with a fragile looking rose, a ring set with an opal, a gold mark, a handful of nails, and a small metal bracelet. I looked the loot over, then tossed the gold mark to Charlotte, who barely caught it. “For your help, and for being a friend to Anna.” I winked at her.
Charlotte stammered out her thanks, then ran off into the woods, presumably to show off her money to her parents and friends. Thomas was staring at Jill, and I had to pat him hard on the back to get him to turn around. “What’s wrong, my friend? The mystery is solved, and you’re treasure is returned. Do you need anything else, or can I return to my tower?”
Thomas gestured at Jill sadly. “This isn’t the way I’d have liked you to meet her, but this is my daughter.”
I tried to hide my surprise. I knew Thomas had a daughter, but I had never seen her, not in my memory. Looking closer, I did see that she bore some resemblance in facial features, although they were brown haired and brown eyed, whereas she was fair haired and blue eyed. “Really?” I answered, trying to make conversation.
Thomas shook his head. “I shouldn’t have let her go to the mystic so much, but she seemed happy, and my wife and I were always too busy to keep track of her. I suppose I’ll have to keep her away from the mystic now, but she…” He trailed off, lost in his own musings.
Suddenly, I had an idea. It may have been influenced by my raging hormones, but it was also influenced by the fact that Anna needed some friends. I was a good parent (or so I hoped), but Anna needed more than just my company. “Thomas…I have an idea. Jill is quite skilled in magic, especially in mind magic, and I was thinking, even if you didn’t let her see the mystic anymore, she would still practice it. Therefore, I ask to be allowed to train her. Anna needs friends, and your daughter needs guidance.”
Thomas looked thoughtful. “You’d have to let us sufficiently punish her, first, though. And we do need her at home. All the other kids look up to her, and she helps keep them out of trouble. Usually.”
I nodded. “That’s fine. Keep her and punish her today. Tomorrow is a day of rest, right? So send her tomorrow…afternoon. I think I will be teaching Anna at that time anyways. Oh, and…” I took Jill’s hand and showed Thomas the blue ring. “May I take this? It’s her talisman, but she can use it too effectively for comfort.”
Thomas examined the ring. “Hmm…sure. It’s a family heirloom, but it hasn’t been of any true use in a long, long time. I trust you’ll return it, though?”
I nodded. “But not until I can be sure Jill uses it effectively and correctly”
We talked a bit more, on other things, before Anna got impatient and started tugging me away. We parted ways, Thomas with his prone daughter flung over his shoulder, I with my little girl dragging me back home.
As we walked, I noticed how filthy she was. Her clothing was torn and dust filled, her legs bore small scratches and mud, and her hair was tangled and matted. Despite this, she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and I loved her. But we needed a bath. And a meal. We ate on the way home, finishing off the stale bread and cheese that I had brought with us.
At home, Anna collapsed into a chair, her legs spread, and sighed loudly. I stared at her, and tried not to make it look like I was observing her vagina. She still held her doll close, and she smiled at me. “What, daddy?”
I shrugged. “I just wanted to know what you did with that doll this afternoon.”
Anna looked a bit scared. “Well…I just wanted to protect you, cause it felt like the girl was winning, cause her tingles were bigger than yours.”
“You can tell whose…tingles are whose?”
She nodded. “Yeah, yours are all nice and happy and warm, but hers made me want to kiss her.” Anna made a face.
Well, this was a new development. But she hadn’t answered my question. “But what did you do with the doll, Anna?”
“Umm…I threw it at her, and I thought how much I hated her, because she was winning, but daddy wasn’t…and then she started screaming, and then I felt tired…really tired. Then I woke up, and daddy had won!” Anna’s smile grew bright again.
I patted her on the head, and ruffled her already messy hair. “Again, Anna, you did magic out of pure determination. We’ll make a good witch out of you yet!”
She flinched at the word witch, but her curiosity was unabated. “When was the first time?”
“Remember the time you made the dolls look like me and you…?” I answered.
She nodded. “I felt tired after that too, but not this tired…”
I shrugged. “It’ll feel different every time. But now, look at us! We’re filthy! I think it’s time for a bath!”
Anna’s eyes grew wide. “A…a bath? Where? I usually only take one a year.” She examined her fingers and legs. “But I guess I’m dirty enough now.”
I grinned at her. “What if I told you we could take as many baths as we wanted?” Pushing aside a stone in the floor, I revealed and opened a hidden trapdoor. It was one of the reasons I built my tower on this place. We were on the side of an inactive volcano, which provided me both energy to draw on, and a nice little pool of water underneath the tower. It wasn’t good for drinking, but for bathing…
I lit a ball of magefyre as we walked down into the hidden springs below my tower, and used the fyre to light the lanterns on the sides of the room. Their oil was running low, but it would be enough…
They lit up a huge, subterranean room with one main feature, the vast, warm pool in the center. It was fed by a series of water sources on the walls, and the steam showed how hot it was.
Despite the size of the place, I could not help but feel comfortably contained here. It was warm, and not TOO bright, and Anna was with me…
I had taken off my clothes already, and was trying hard not to get a boner, but Anna had just been staring at the pool. “C’mon, silly girl,” I said. “You can’t take a bath with clothes on!”
She took her sack off as if in a dream, and gently set her doll next to it. “Daddy…can you teach me how to make this too? I want a lake underneath my house.”
I laughed, snapping her out of her trance. “I didn’t do this, Anna. This was already here. Although…you’re a lot more powerful than I am, so you might actually be able to!”
“Really?” she asked as I took the pumice and soap from the table I had set them on last time. “I’m…more powerful than…daddy?”
I nodded. “You could easily grow to be the most powerful good witch ever!” “Wow…”
I scooped her up in my arms and we entered the pool. I was used to the hot water, but Anna was not, and she yelped as I submerged her in the heat. “Daddy…it’s hot!”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Well…I usually take baths in cold water…”
“Hot water is better. Trust me.”
She trusted me, and enjoyed it. Only a few minutes in, she got used to the heat, and started swimming around in the water, giggling. “Daddy, look at me! I’m a bird in the water!”
I smiled and watched her as I scrubbed myself with the soap and the pumice. She was such a beautiful, sexy girl…perfectly round buttocks, red hair that almost glowed in the dark, bright, innocent green eyes…And I loved each time she accidentally flashed me the treasure between her legs, my cock twitching, already hard.
She swam over and sat with me on the ledge I was sitting on. Our legs pressed together, and I tried to ignore my boner, caressed by the water as it was. “Here.” I said, handing the pumice and soap over to Anna. “Wash yourself.”
She did, and, ashamed as I am to say it, I cast a spell that allowed me to see better in the dark and through the water, so I could watch her. But it was absolutely worth it. She got out to soap herself down, and it was a show that was heavenly to behold. Her body covered with glistening soap, she dived back into the water, where she proceeded to scrub herself almost violently with the pumice. I had to force myself not to masturbate as I saw her scrub her pussy most vigorously of all, as if she had a vengeance against it. In fact, I think she even pushed the tip of the rock inside her pussy, although that might have just been a play of light…
“Would you like me to get your back?” I called out as she swam closer. I prayed that she would. Her grin flashed white in the darkness. “Sure!”
I took the pumice from her, and set the soap to the side. She sat on my lap, buttocks pressing my boner back against my body. “Daddy, why is your thingy hard?”
I tried to avoid the question. “Can I tell you later, Anna? When I think you’ll…understand more?”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
I scrubbed her back gently, making sure the hard pumice didn’t scratch her. She pressed against me when she felt I wasn’t scrubbing hard enough, and I enjoyed the feeling of her smooth skin on me…
It finished all too soon. We left the pool, and I used the hot air to dry us off. I began to put on my clothes, but Anna stopped me with a confused, “Daddy?”
I turned to her. “Yes?”
“You missed a spot.”
I was pretty sure I hadn’t. In fact, I spent as long as I could on her back to make sure I DIDN’T miss a spot. “Where?”
She turned around, and peeled her buttocks open. “Here.”
Her tender little butt hole beckoned to me. It looked the most innocent thing, yet I wanted it, I wanted it so bad right now. “Ahh…what makes you think I should clean there?” I prayed she would find a good reason.
“Mommy always used to clean there, even if it wasn’t bath day. She would blindfold me and take me somewhere else, then she would use her fingers to clean me, then she would lick me. I always heard men, but mommy told me I was just imagining it…” My imagination went wild.
I hated and loved her mother. On one side, she gave me this brilliant opportunity to love Anna as I had prayed I could; on the other, I wondered what monster would do such a thing to a girl like this. But I could deal with the latter later.
I patted one of Anna’s buttocks. “Okay. But what should I clean it with?”
Anna stood up and faced me again. “Well, mommy used her fingers, two or three of them, but yours are a bit…big.” Her hands played with mine, stroking my palms and fingers. “She also used sticks, sometimes, but they hurt. And she licked it too, but that was when I was already clean…” Anna frowned, trying to solve the dilemma.
I pointed at my increasingly obvious cock. “What about this?”
Anna apparently hadn’t thought of that. She clapped her hands and knelt down in front of me, examining my cock from every possible angle. She sniffed it, licked the head, touched the balls, the shaft, even stroked it once. “It’s soft, but not too soft…it smells nice, so it can make my butt hole smell nice too…it tastes good…and it’s just the right size! Yay, daddy, I think you’ve found the perfect cleaner!” She turned around and bent over again. “Okay, daddy, put it in!” Anna gave me an enthusiastic smile.
Oh god. I was captured, at the point of no return. I pressed my cock against her cute little butt hole, and was surprised when the tip went in with only little resistance. Clearly her mother had been making good use of it. I felt a pang of hatred again, suppressed by lust. I pulled Anna into a standing position, and kissed her neck, while pushing my cock all the way in. “Would it be okay if I cleaned you like this?”
She shivered. “Umm…okay, daddy. It feels good…not like the way mommy did it…she always made it hurt…I sometimes cried…”
I kissed her again, on the cheek. “I promise you it won’t hurt with me. I’ll make it feel as good as it possibly can.” She seemed appeased. “Thank…thank you, daddy.”
I began to move my cock slowly in and out of her tight, tight butt hole. My hands danced with her nipples and breasts, earning squeals of delight and surprise. I buried my face in her hair, enjoying the solid wall of red, blocking out my vision, and Anna’s beautiful, aroused scent.
“Daddy…I feel tingly right here.”
I reluctantly pulled my nose out of her hair to see. My hands were at her nipples, but hers were at her pussy. She was rubbing it slowly. I gently pulled her hands away. “Here, you get your nipples. I’ll help you there.”
I began to move a bit faster, listening to her panting as my hands began to play with her pussy. I first had some fun with just the lips, pulling them apart, stroking them, playing with them. “Umm…could put your fingers in?” she asked, biting her lip.
So I did. The force of my pumping had begun to be noticeable, and it helped me shove the tips of my fingers in. By god was she tight! I guess her mother, corrupt as she was, had been kind enough to let Anna keep her virginity.
Anna was now being penetrated from two angles. Behind her, I slammed in an out of her, making her hips rock back and forth with mine. I loved how she let out little squeals each time I bottomed out, how she began to thrust herself forward onto my fingertips and backward onto my cock. I felt my cum building up, threatening to shoot inside her.
“Daddy! I feel, I feel…it feels…I need to…” She was never able to finish the sentence. Her vagina spasmed against my fingers, and I felt the spray of girl cum. It blew me over the edge.
With a roar, I pushed deep, deep inside her again, and released my load, letting it fill her ass hole, letting it “clean” as deep as it possibly could. I felt her go limp, and relax back against me, her legs twitching slightly. I myself could barely support her, so stunned was I by the force of my orgasm.
I sat down gently, and began to lift Anna off. She could barely resist as I sat her in front of me, my cock going soft against her back. She turned her head halfway back to look at me.
“Daddy…I peed all over your fingers…I’m sorry.” Anna looked sorry.
I smiled at her. “It’s not pee, Anna. It’s…something else. But it’s not pee.” I tasted her cum on my fingers. It didn’t taste great, but the fact that it was hers…that it smelled of her, tasted of her, made me extremely happy to have it all over my hands.
I kissed her gently on the neck.
“I felt you shoot something deep inside me, daddy. Did you pee too? Hey, look, it’s coming out.” She pressed her fingers to her ass, and, indeed, they came back covered with cum. With that innocence so common to girls her age, she smelled it, made a face, then gingerly licked a tiny bit off. “It tastes…funny, daddy. It tastes like you.”
I stood up, bringing her with me. “It’s umm…it’s…it helps clean you. And it shows that I felt good, too.”
“You did? Mommy always hated cleaning me. That’s why she blindfolded me, and she would spank me too. She told me I was a disgusting girl…” Anna’s eyes began to brim with tears as she remembered.
I turned her around, leaned down, and gave her a hug. “You are the least disgusting girl I know. I love you, and cherish you, and you will be mine as long as I live. How’s that, Anna?”
Her frown vanished. “I love you too, daddy.” She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips.
We left the bath fully clothed, hands linked. She sat at the table as I took out some food, and we talked. “So, daddy, did you really feel good when you were cleaning me?”
Through a mouthful of bread, I responded. “Yes, Anna. You made me feel really, really good.”
She looked thoughtful. “Then you can clean me as much as you want, daddy, any time you want. I liked it too, and I like it when you feel good.” She giggled.
My cock was hard again, but violating her once was enough for one day. I didn’t want to spoil her purity and innocence, the crystal laughter, the glow in her eyes. “No, Anna. We might do it later, but not soon. I think you’re clean enough for a while.”
Anna shrugged, and changed topics rapidly. “What’re we going to do tomorrow, Daddy?”
“Well, in the morning, I need to do a massive summoning. You can be there to watch, but I will draw a circle around you. Whatever you do, do NOT leave the circle. If you see me dying, do NOT leave the circle. If you see something that scares you, do NOT leave the circle. You are NOT to leave the circle under ANY means, do you understand me?”
“But what if you tell me to leave the circle?” She giggled, surprised at her own wit.
I rolled my eyes. “This is serious, Anna. If you leave the circle, all is lost, everything, on both sides. I will die, you will die, and then where would we be?”
At death, she sobered up. “Okay, daddy. I promise I won’t leave the circle.” She shivered, not out of cold, and clutched her doll closer to her chest.
I nodded. “After our successful summoning, Jill is going to come over. I will be teaching both of you about how to apply your will. In fact, I might have you go against each other for practice.”
Anna’s eyes grew wide. “But…she was…and I had to…I can’t win!” she wailed.
I reached over, accidentally letting my sleeve trail into gravy, and patted her head. “Of course you can. Remember when I told you that you could be one of the strongest good witches ever? I wasn’t lying. You’re much more powerful than her, you just need practice.”
She looked up. “Really? Then I’ll practice and practice and practice!” Her mouth was set in a grim line.
I couldn’t hold in a chuckle. “That’s good, Anna, very good.”
We finished dinner, I washed the dishes, and we went upstairs. Although Anna looked determined, she also looked exhausted, swaying a bit on her feet, dragging her doll upstairs. She set it on a side table as she took off her beaten burlap sack, and I, my clothing. I took off my underwear too, this time.
We climbed into bed together. Anna automatically clung to me again, as if I was the only thing left in her world. “Mmm…I love you, daddy.” She muttered, burying her head in my chest.
I stroked her back, feeling my cock grow hard against her leg. “And I love you too, Anna.”
She noticed my cock. “Want to clean me again?”
Oh boy, did I. “No,” I said softly. “Not today. Remember what I said?”
I felt her shrug. “Okay, daddy, whatever you say.”
I gave her one last kiss. “Good night, Anna.”
“Good night, daddy.
THE END