The Red-White Witch - 4 (END) (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 - 4

Part 4 - Mirror, Magic Mirror, Your Witch and Mistress calls for you...The longer she sat on that throne, the more Johanna felt that those garments, like the throne itself, did something to her. Also the longer she sat there, reveling in the feel of the red latex, now a custom feature, against her skin, the more her mind changed. The black pantyhose hugging her legs. And her feet trapped forever in those shoes.Everything felt so natural, so seductive, so like her, so feminine and so witchy. And with every second that passed, she became more of a cruel bitch, and that dungeon was what she had been missing her whole life, to satisfy the evil she had always believed was her true destiny, and she felt better and better...“Oh fuck!” she said to herself, stopping her posing, as if she were photoshooting for the magazine 'The Cruelest Witch'. First by moving her hands to her neck and then letting her hands slide down to grab her breasts, trapped in latex, she further explored her new outfit. And as her hands moved down, she began to feel the magic of her clothes complete her transformation of body and change of personality...“Shit, I need to see myself!” she exclaimed. And with a jump she got up, enjoying the sound of her heels against the floor. The sound of 'Her Heels'.Then she returned to the center of the room. Walking was not comfortable, but with each step, it made her feel more femme fatale than any of her new memories. The tight skirt of the dress, which covered her to below the knees, prevented her from walking normally. Johanna had to sway her hips, but she knew how to give her sway a natural sensual movement that made her enjoy it. As the latex slid over her pantyhose, heightening the pleasure she had felt before, it counteracted the difficulty of walking in seven inch heels.Suddenly, of her its accord, her right hand rose and she snapped her fingers. Just an instant later, new memories and knowledge were released and were now hers forever. An evil smile appeared on her lips.“Mirror. Magic Mirror,” she said in a tone that mixed purring, ecstasy, and cruelty, “Your Witch and Mistress calls for you...”Immediately, in front of her, the air seemed to turn into water, rippling in an endless tide that began to spiral. Not turning in on itself and closing, but doing the opposite, and flowing very quickly. So quickly that Johanna barely saw the mirror materialize in front of her. She was neither surprised nor frightened. In her new past, she had done this constantly. A sensation like an orgasm ran down her spine when she saw herself in the mirror, just as she was now.Seeing herself for the first time, she felt a fire in her chest. It was a feeling so foreign to Johan, but so familiar to Johanna. And that fire quickly set her breasts ablaze. Then it began to spread, moving downwards, and she felt it in her stomach and further down. At the same time, she felt her other feelings again, this time dancing like a spinning top...Her legs trembled, her belly burned with butterfly flutters. Her nipples raged, fire burned inside her breasts, and pure cruel pleasure spilled into her mind... reflected in her crossed eyes, lost in their sockets. On her dark lips, first in the shape of a silent 'O,' changing to a cruel smile, something formed.“OH FUCK!” she said when it all stopped without giving her the chance to reach climax. “So! This is what the damn trunk was referring to! Damn it!”Her smile became even more evil and cruel, if that was possible. Johanna then struck a femme fatale pose, crossing her legs and leaning to her left.“It's very quiet here,” she said, turning around and checking that all the cells in her dungeon were empty. “But that's going to change.”Like an arrogant teenager, she turned her back on her reflection, as if it were just anyone. And swaying her hips again and reveling in the sound of her footsteps as she walked, she began to walk back to her throne.In her mind, she already imagined how the screams of the future prisoners in her dungeon would give her that missing touch, leading to the desired relief. Listening to their pleas, supplications, and cries. All this, seasoned with the sound of chains clanking, whips cracking and the sounds of rusty hinges on cell doors echoing...“Damn,” she said, getting more and more turned on just imagining it, feeling the thin fabric of her pantyhose, next to the opening, getting wet and noticing that her dress was a little tighter than before and clinging more to her skin. “Everyone will know and fear this cruel witch.”The End - Ende - Fine - Fin( That is not really true, but her cruelty quickly filled her dungeons, and her dark magic subdued the toughest beings, and her beauty corrupted the most stoic. And although the kingdom on the other side of the mirror wanted to free itself from the Red-White Witch, no one could resist her power and beauty... or maybe not... who knows? )Author's note: And now, dear children, be good and go to sleep! Or the Red-White Witch will come and take you away!

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