By DJ Black
“So many people think that magic is about something for nothing, but true magic needs a balance. It is not about conjuring; it is about communicating with the universe on another level,” Cressida Alnwick explained as she placed the objects on the table.
“Surely there is no such things as magic, I mean doesn’t science prove that?” Hayley responded. The room was dark except for the candle, which served to make quite the quite ordinary things on the table look quite extraordinary. Aside from the black onyx candlestick complete with a black candle there was a small statuette that looked like a female Buda, a brass bell, a green glass witches ball and a pack of tarot cards.
Around them were thousands of books, all with craven titles and some in runes and other languages Hayley Sparrow could not read. At 24 she was an open minded woman, and educated, but forever on a search for something new, something she could neither name nor face.
“Science is a powerful philosophy and explains many secrets once hidden from mankind, but yet it shies away from magic, a philosophy and practice that is as old as the human race. You could not name one scientist that has ever seriously studied magic, let alone try and explain it,” Cressida responded, she had heard it all before many times. She was still but 30 and had a dark look that was probably born of some east Mediterranean heritage, but which people assumed was more exotic. Still she played up to it. “Consider the split beam experiment, quantum entanglement and the whole field of quantum physics,” Cressida said.
“I am not really that familiar with quantum physics or any physics come to that,” Hayley admitted.
“Well you rather prove my point, how can you not understand that particles will change if they are observed and say that there is no magic. Did you know that the very stuff you are made of is part of a matrix of quantum particles that could have existed in ancient Rome or yet to be out at Alpha Centauri at one and the same moment?” Cressida began shuffling the tarot cards, “Time and space has no meaning in science as in magic and both are open to subtle influence that can wrought great changes.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t be here then,” Hayley ventured, she was beginning to mean that. There was something about this woman, this time and place that made her uneasy.
“Maybe you shouldn’t… you have to be willing for this magic to work,” Cressida reminded her.
“You offered me a hundred pounds to do this… aren’t people usually the ones to pay you?” Hayley began to consider that.
“If I get what I want… and I think I will. Then you have to be cursed… since I gain it is only fair that you are paid,” Cressida said.
“One of us gets cursed the other gets something they truly want, yes you said,” Hayley said, “But you are counting on me not believing…”
“Exactly, which is why I will win and you will blame misfortune on chance,” Cressida told Hayley openly.
“But our chances are even, you said,” Hayley was thinking.
“Only if you believe as well and even then, you have to want what you want more than I desire my choice,” Cressida said, she was already preparing the words in her mind. “Choose quickly.”
“But I don’t know what I want,” Hayley was suddenly terrified.
“Exactly,” Cressida said with glee and began the chant.
Nothing happened, or so Hayley decided. Nothing changed after her meeting, even Cressida seemed disappointed. So she went home one hundred pounds richer, and perhaps disappointed.
***
The storm was furious; it shook the house so much that Hayley feared for the window glass. The lighting was one thing, symbol-crashing thunder as if the god Thor was born again she could handle, but the rain was hammering down, tinkling like ball bearings on the slate roof above, pounding the windows with a harsh rush until it sizzled with water.
“Maybe I am cursed,” she sighed once it abated and finally she could sleep.
In her dreams she was naked in an ancient city, walking streets of cobbles and high-sided half-timbered houses like in those picturesque tourist towns in Suffolk or Kent. This was real though and much how it might have been. No people mercifully, all houses shuttered and above free of modern lights there were a billion trillion stars; a sky so on fire that she longed to fall into it forever.
Hayley was afraid but still she felt that longing for a place one wished was real. One remembers such dreams years after and some believe that the dreamer sees into other worlds. Hayley had thought of this though, she just knew she was not alone and that she was naked, was she watched? The idea made her aroused she realised. There were men coming, men with dogs and prurient desires.
“Will the force me?” her thought became spoken.
“They cannot can they?” the dark deep voice rumbled near her.
He was tall, too tall and muscular and so incredibly endowed down there that the last thing she noticed was his demonic visage and skin like red leather.
Hayley ran through streets, the town was a city too large for any like this to have ever existed. The Moon and the Sun were both above her now, above her amid the stars and from a rise in the lane she could see how fabulous the city was.
Then all at once she was within a town square and he was there.
“You cannot run, there is no need,” the demon said.
“There is no need,” Cressida said.
Cressida was there now, also naked and locked in a pillory, grinning like she had won.
At a thought Hayley was both in front and behind the pillory, Cressida’s naked bottom impossibly erotica and inviting; “I am not lesbian,” Hayley protested.
“Have a care, you might be anything I tell you to be,” the demon said.
“Cressida’s smile seemed to say she had one,” and she leered at the demon now caressing her bare bottom.
“Shall I caress your magnificent arse?” he asked.
Hayley wanted that so much, but something warned her it wasn’t that kind of dream.
“You can still refuse the curse,” the demon said, he was pouting like a little boy, like one who could still be thwarted.
“Refuse the curse,” Cressida urged her, no longer winning she was in a panic, “You must refuse.”
“This is very strange,” Hayley said, “But if it is all the same to you I refuse the curse.”
Cressida screamed.
Hayley awoke with a start. The dream clung to her like honey as she longed for that city. The clock told her it was midnight, the storm had only just finished. She realised too that she was still aroused, but too tired to act upon it and fell back to a dreamless sleep.
***
Hayley awoke to birdsong and toast. She had never felt so rested and the dream; far from being disturbing left her with a strange warmth she could not place. The weather too was fine and the storm was long gone, although the pavements and road below were sheened with recent rain.
The coffee too smelt divine as it steeped a little she went to make the bed a chose her outfit for the day. Briefly she was naked and she gasped at the sight of herself in the full length mirror. For a moment she was back in the dream and all that she had felt. She even considered going back to bed for some alone time; a thought that made her blush.
The traffic was light and the usual hustle and bustle meagre she as she walked to work. A street with trees and birds and… she did a dancing twirl as if she was a child.
“This is too strange,” she called out and then shut her mouth as she glanced around for onlookers. There were none. At lunchtime she would check out dream lore online.
The car pulled up beside her; a big dark Daimler with tinted windows. It was more than just out of place; it was suddenly very real in a once vivid street that was now diminished somehow. The window descended to reveal a black woman, poised and elegant in a power suit. She smiled and in an English public school accent she said, “You are invited to join us.” She handed Hayley an envelope.
“Oh God I am still dreaming,” Hayley groaned as she felt compelled to take the envelope.
“What a strange thought,” the woman said as the window closed again and the car drove away.
Hayley had refused the curse, she remembered, but then laughed. That had been a dream; Cressida was a dyed in the wool, fruit and nut cake. Oh, but can one dye wool with cake? She wondered amid her mixed metaphors.
“I am going insane,” she yelled and danced again indulging in some hysteria. People were looking now; this was a real street after all. Then she remembered the envelope.
***
The invitation was a vague, a party perhaps? However, the address was a street corner in the City of London at 7am on a Sunday morning. Hayley went; part of her knew she had no choice and that excited her somehow.
The Daimler arrived exactly at seven.
The same woman opened the door and smiled. “I am so glad you are on time,” she said, “I am Kimberly Nightingale, you can call me Kim, I work for Mr Drake.”
“Have I been cursed?” Hayley blurted.
Kim’s eyes narrowed and she made to answer before thinking better of it. Genuinely puzzled she said, “You are a strange girl. Why don’t you get in?”
Hayley nodded, now she felt a little embarrassed, Cressida was a flake, she knew that now.
The car smelt of newness and leather mingled with a Tom Ford perfume. Kim smiled reassuringly. As the car moved off Hayley felt too self-conscious to put the seat belt on and wondered what she was even doing here.
“I am a bit out of place I think, what is this all about?” Hayley was determined not to be overwhelmed and projected more confidence than she felt.
“As I said I work for Mr Drake, I am his personal attaché,” she explained, “I take care of little details like recruiting his personal staff and seeing to any of his intimate personal needs.”
Hayley laughed and shoved the heel of her thumb into her mouth to stop it. “Sorry,” she giggled that sounded rude.
“Oh it is rude Miss Sparrow, very, you see I do anything he wants, when he wants… exactly how he wants and if I fail I am punished, sometimes quite severely,” Kim smiled benignly.
Hayley caught her breath and felt dizzy. She had fantasied about things like this for… forever, as a teenager she had even longed to be kidnapped by Arabian slavers for a harem where they did unspeakable things… she had even…
“Are you alright Miss Sparrow, shall I stop the car?”
Hayley shook her head, “Why me? I mean what is this all about?”
“Mr Drake saw you somewhere and had me find out all about you… now he wants to offer you a job,” Kim smiled.
The car had reached an on ramp and began to go faster. Hayley could not see out but she guessed they were going east.
“What kind of job?” Hayley was breathless and had to work up some moisture in her mouth.
“You are to be recruited as a junior concubine and house slave to begin with, you may get sent away for training… but there are many opportunities for advancement,” Kim said very matter-of-factly, “I began in such a role, oh… seven years ago was it.
“This… this is insane,” Hayley was breathing fast and very flushed.
“I know what you mean,” Kim agreed, “But it isn’t really, it is a genuine offer to join an alternative society.”
“But…?” Hayley’s mind was racing.
“You will have a million questions, and please do ask me,” Kim said, “We don’t want to bother Mr Drake with details… ever. When you meet him you will do exactly what he wants and what he says.”
Hayley found herself nodding.
“Now let me run through the FAQs and then you can ask me anything,” Kim explained.
“That seems like a good idea,” Hayley composed herself.
“Mr Drake runs a criminal organisation, so you will have to take his proposition on trust. There will be no recourse to the law and no police. You will not be involved directly or indirectly in any criminal enterprises and everyone in our little community is consenting. However, once you are in, you are in; although there are periodic off ramps…” as she spoke she made a gesture and Hayley realised that the car was leaving the main road on its own off ramp. “You will never talk about Mr Drake or his business; the penalties for doing this are very severe, terminal in some cases. Are we on the same page Miss Sparrow?”
Hayley gulped and nodded. She was aroused to the point of being wet.
“Early departure from our community, so long as it is done by agreement and with the appropriate adherence to discretion will result in financial penalties… the loss of periodic bonuses… which are very generous, nothing more serious.” Kim smiled and nodded very enthusiastically, “You will be paid significantly many time more than you are currently paid, you will receive a juicy bonus every year and every three years… your mortgage will be paid… not that you will live in your apartment… all living expenses will be covered and the pension arrangements are… satisfactory. You will have no boyfriends or girlfriends and you will see your mother once a month. You will have two one week holidays outside the community… so boring trust me and several weeks of vacation within it.” Kim sat back and waited, “Oh, one more thing, never talk money or working arrangements or anything practical with Mr Drake, ever. Have you any questions?”
Hayley nodded, “About a million,” she said.
***
The car arrived at some woods around mid-morning and only stopped because there was a wooden rail across the track impeding further progress. Hayley was invited to get out. They were quite a way from the road, having taken a logging track for at least three miles. Crows were cawing like a chorus of laughter and the clouds above seemed to race across the sky despite the absence of wind.
“Most of the woods are closed today for logging, although there will be no one working around here,” Kim told her casually.
“I haven’t actually agreed to anything have I?” Hayley was confused, excited and completely out of her depth.
“I think that ship has departed several oceans ago,” Kim said gently.
“But…” Hayley wanted to run,
“Now get undressed, everything,” Kim told her.
Hayley blinked rapidly and gaped, “What?”
“You need to be naked, completely naked,” Kim insisted.
“W-why?” she was desperate to run now, this was too much too soon.
“Mr Drake’s orders,” Kim said, she now gave the impression of a woman looking constantly at her watch, but she didn’t once actually deviate from her friendly smile.
“Look, I am not sure…”
“Jason,” Kim said addressing the driver.
The car door opened and a large black man emerged. Jason would make Mike Tyson look small, although he was far more handsome and at least two decades younger.
“Put Miss Sparrow across your knee, bare her bottom and start spanking her until I say stop,” Kim said casually as she reached for her phone.
Jason nodded and advanced on Hayley.
“No way, not a chance… get away from me…” Hayley backed up but did not try and actually run until it was too late. In one stride Jason caught her and carried her easily under on arm. Then sitting on the rail he dropped Hayley like luggage across his lap.
“What the actual fuck… get off me, I quit, I refuse your kind offer I…”
Her skirt was flipped up to reveal her tights, which along with her underwear was ripped down without ceremony to reveal her tight white bottom to the glories of nature.
“Oh my God,” Hayley shrieked.
Then Jason’s hand blasted down on her bottom like a relentless piston. Hayley’s breath was stolen for half a dozen beats before she recovered it enough to scream. Her words were incoherent as Jason spanked her, she had never felt anything like it, her arse was on fire and each spank landed with such force that every part of her rattled to the core, especially all that was close to the impact zone.
“Please, no, oh God, I’m sorry, no more, alright…” Hayley squealed and yelled for all she was capable of.
“Miss Sparrow, can I call you Hayley,” Kim said, “My backside will be so soundly whipped on account of you that I doubt if I will be able to sit down for days, I mean seriously, you have no idea… I will totally deserve it too because I have failed Mr Drake…”
Hayley was yelling and struggling to break free all while Jason spanked her bare bottom with breaking a sweat.
“I will be in his bad books and I will probably get more than one spanking like you are getting right now and if I ever get out of the corner… where I will be displayed to anyone and everyone… I will probably be required to fellate the help like Jason here just to add to my humiliation. All deserved, I insist, but why?”
“Please, I will do anything,” Hayley begged, her bottom was beyond all help and she suspected she needed first aid now. Not that Jason cared; he continued to spank her like he was a machine.
“Since you ask, because you timid little brat looked a gift horse in the mouth and reused a simple order,” Kim sighed, “Alright Jason stop.”
Hayley was a sobbing mess, but she had never been so grateful. Stockholm syndrome, they probably called it, well god bless fucking Stockholm.
“Now if you please Miss Sparrow, please get undressed,” Kim told her.
Hayley nodded and shrugged her clothing like a snake skin.
***
A completely nude Hayley was told to carry on walking down the track and not to run, but not to dawdle either. She had agreed, although the throbbing burn in her bottom was a great persuader.
She had at least been given a pair of soft slip-on shoes to protect her feet, and now felt incongruously silly, being naked in a forest in just some shores.
She thought of her dream, which now seemed prophetic and strangely she felt equally aroused; not least because of the spanking, a frequent fantasy of hers, although reality was harsh and not to be repeated.
After 15 minutes she came to a crossroads. In all directions there were trees ripe for cutting and the only artifice were a line of pylons and the fire breaks she had passed. Straight on, she guessed?
“Miss Sparrow,” a smooth American voice said.
Hayley startled and whirled around even as her hands guarded her sex. Her heart was pounding and her breathing was as if she were in a race.
“That is a very well-spanked bottom you have there, did you deserve it?” The man was tall and well built, although not like Jason. He was also black, but like Kim he had a sophisticated air and his multi-thousand pound suit was as a glove on him.
Hayley gaped and bent almost double to hide her nudity.
“I believe I asked you a question,” he said pleasantly. He held the same benign menace that she had detected in Kim only this time she recognised the master.
Hayley nodded, and finding it was true said, “Yes… I was disobedient.”
“You are late,” he said, but without accusation.
Again she nodded, “My fault entirely, you don’t have to whip Kim.”
“Is that what she told you?” he laughed and it was joyous, “Well perhaps I will.”
“You are Mr Drake?” Hayley said.
Drake did an expansive half bow, his arms apart. “I am going to spank you Miss Sparrow, far harder and longer than Jason spanked you,” he said.
“Oh God,” Hayley breathed.
“I mean I trust you accept my invitation to join our little family?” he said.
Hayley found herself nodding.
“Then after I spank you I am going to take you out to dinner,” he told her, “Somewhere where you can stand up to eat.”
“Dinner… but it isn’t lunchtime yet,” of all the crazy things she could have said.
“Oh,” he wagged his finger at her, “It is going to be a very long spanking.
***
Somewhere else and a long way away Cressida was kneeling on a bench naked with her head and hands in a pillory that held her face down and her arse well up. The red skinned demon with a devilish grin stood behind her with the first of a large array of whips, canes and paddles; having already made some progress into making her bare bottom as red-skinned as he was.
“Please, this was not supposed to happen,” she sobbed.
“You had an even chance,” the demon said, “Unfortunately for you she wanted her heart’s desire more than you did.”
“B-but why this…?”
The demon lashed her bare arse again and then followed it up with a dozen more. “I suppose because it is what you least wanted to happen,” he shrugged and lashed her two dozen more times.
Cressida screamed.
“You got cursed and she got she needed,” the demon told her.
“But it so unfair…” Cressida wailed.
“You used her and lost,” the demon shrugged and thrashed Cressida’s very bare and totally sore bottom for three dozen lashes.
Cressida begged and sobbed, but she knew it was hopeless.
“I am going to do this for another hour or so and then I am going to give you a choice,” the demon thrashed her four dozen times and was beside himself with pleasure as she screamed.
“Ch-choice,” she sobbed, her bottom was on fire, agony beyond anything she could have imagined and all safe for her health, she knew, he could thrash her for days.
“Yes, this time anyway, you can suck my cock and then spend a couple of house scrubbing the floor or you can just lick the floor clean for a couple of hours… you know, before we get back to spanking you…”
“Spanking… this is…”
“Just a turn of phrase, although actually…”
“H-how long? I mean…” she steeled herself; ready to go insane, “Is this Hell?”
The demon laughed, and then he laughed like a maniac movie demon. Finally he leaned in and whispered with a leer, “No, you will be here for a year at most.”
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