The Red-White Witch - 3 (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

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THE RED-WHITE WITCH - 3

Part 2 - Rise Witch Rise!The trunk had fallen silent for a moment, then responded in a cold tone, without hiding an ounce of its arrogance.“Here I keep the garments for the most arrogant, cruel and feared of witches,” it began. "They will give her the power to do evil, make her feel herself the most beautiful, sexy and hot of all witches. And at the same time frustrate her, so to be even more cruel. With the most painful heels, she will be able to step on and subdue anyone she wants. With the latex dress, she will hide nothing of her seductive curves, so that all other women will hate her and call her a whore. And with the shiniest black pantyhose, she will wrap her legs in the most lustful magic, which will make every man want to be trapped by her inside them."“Is that all?” Johanna replied after listening to the golden chest, a new, prior unknown, feeling of superiority growing by the minute inside her. “Just a slutty dress, a pair of uncomfortable high heels and some pantyhose? From the way you started talking, I thought there was something worthy of me... that there was something interesting inside...”“Is being the most feared of witches not enough for you?” replied the golden chest mockingly. “Then you're just a pathetic little girl playing at being a woman. Get out of here, or choose to be that tree-hugging Green Witch or the boring White Witch and go do your fairground tricks to satisfy your grudges.”Johanna realized that it wasn't like her, but that memory of her former self vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared. The person she used to be wouldn't have bothered, she would have chosen another trunk. Or worse, she would have wasted the opportunity to be the beautiful, mean, arrogant girl, hungry for more, that she could be with that look, and walked away.Without even realizing it, Johanna opened the golden trunk. And all voices ceased. As soon as she saw what was inside, she didn't only want, she desperately needed those clothes. Above all, those shoes. They were the first thing she saw and held in her hands. They were somewhat banal, though dressy, and instantly regrettable. With straps that were not designed to be unfastened. With a seven inch heel. Johanna couldn't resist, and after checking the cold, long metal heel with her fingers, she felt an urge to lick them.Then she explored the tight dress. It had a thin black transparent fabric covering the red latex it was made of. With the transparent parts, it imitated flames, creating a sensual game of hiding and showing her figure between that play of transparencies. With wide sleeves, a turtleneck, and an under knee long pencil skirt... No zipper, no seams, no buttons. It was clear that Johanna was going to have to struggle to put it on, and surely even more to take it off, and that made her want to see herself wearing it even more.Before undressing and embarking on the adventure of trying on that dress, while already imagining herself in that outfit, she looked inside the trunk one last time. All that was left inside was the black pantyhose, with the crotch cut out. There was nothing else to wear inside, now empty except for a makeup box and a wide-brimmed hat with a pointed crown. She took this as her cue to take off her clothes and try on the outfit.“Oh, you're going to regret this,” said the trunk again, when Johanna took everything out of it, with a certain tone of irony. “Indulging yourself sometimes has consequences...”No sooner had it uttered the last word, that the golden trunk and two others began to disappear. Before they vanished into thin air, Johanna could hear the laughter of the three. That laughter made her hesitate. She was already naked and ready to put on her new pantyhose first. She thought for a second about what she was doing, but she was too upset to refuse the temptation.First, she put on her pantyhose. It hugged her legs tightly and sensually, with its soft fabric and delicate appearance.Then she had to sweat a lot to put on the next garment. She put her legs through the neck, and as she slid it down over the pantyhose, it was relatively easy to put on, in fact, she almost felt like bursting with pleasure. The sensation of feeling the latex slide and rub over the pantyhose was the best caress she had ever felt in her life.But then, when it came time to pull up the dress and cover her abdomen, it became an almost impossible task. But only almost. When she finally managed to get her arms into the sleeves, they became a lot less elastic as soon as they had tightened around her, and the same thing happened later with the neck when everything was finally in place. Johanna then realised she would never be able to take off that outfit alone.Last she put on her shoes, fastened the straps securely, and adjusted the buckles as comfortably as possible. They were new and uncomfortable, but they gave her legs the perfect touch.“And now...” she said to herself once she was dressed and made up, dying to see how that tight outfit looked on her as she placed her Witch's Hat on her head in the most chic way possible. “Where is that damn mirror so I can see myself?”She knew that instrument of vanity must be somewhere, and she looked around. But she couldn't see it. Perhaps it was behind the wooden gate leading to the rest of the dungeon. In that case, she would just have to go out... but first...First... she had to try sitting on that throne.to be continued...