Part 2: Whatever Happened To Tracey?
As soon as Tracey exited the elevator to the third floor, she could hear her roommate Jewel moaning and screaming. Tracey smiled deliciously, everything was coming to fruition. It had been four years since she entered this world and in that four years she hasn't aged, she never would. She would never age, never gain weight, never have to worry about getting old and never have to worry about dying. She would never lose her tan, her tits would always be perky, and her pussy would forever be tight.
She glanced around the apartment hallway, Jewel's moans were getting louder. Her screams, echoing through the hall. Tracey had been waiting for this moment ever since she met Jewel and convinced her to be her roommate. Tracey knew Jewel would be perfect. Perfect for her and perfect for her plans. Tracey couldn't help but feel the charge of excitement rise from the depths of her stomach, both from hearing Jewel in sexual bliss as she approached and knowing that finally everything was about begin.
Tracey stopped in front of door. Number three twenty-one, their apartment. Tracey pressed her ear against the door. She smiled and licked her lips, Sam and Adrian had done exactly what she had hoped, what she had wanted them to do. She couldn't stand them herself, but she knew of Jewel's obsession with their kind. Tracey had known this because she was constantly going into Jewel's room when she was at school. She would go through her photo albums, her notes and of course, Jewel's computer.
She knew almost every about Jewel. About her family, friends, ex-boyfriends, she knew about Jewel's brief experience's with women. She also knew about everyone of Jewel's sex desires and wants. And that was the information Tracey was most concerned about. Tracey now heard Jewel loud and very clear through the door
"Cum in my fucking ass, Sam. Shoot so deep in to me, it doesn't come out for days!" Jewel command from inside the apartment.
Everything she had been planning ever since that day was coming together, right behind that door.
Tracey thought about how she had gotten this far and how she almost never got there. Her thoughts slipped backwards to that morning. That morning after she came through the mirror...
"Finally I am free."
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Tracey ran out of the house, her red fuzzy robe clutched tight against her, screaming for help. The flames behind her were wild and out of control. She spun around, towards the house, screaming for her mother, Ellen. Most of the small community was gone that weekend, the few that had remained came outside. If only to see why the young woman was screaming. And only one of the neighbors, a Honey TreeFeather, came over to actually comfort Tracey, who at this point had fallen to her knees. Honey sat next to Tracey, holding and rocking her. Tracey, continued to scream for her mother. A mother who never came out of that burning house.
Tracey stayed on her knees and just wept into Honey's arms and shoulders, on the dry grass. It wasn't until after the fire engines left. That police cars had drivin away and the fire was finally snuffed out that Honey brought Tracey to her feet and brought her over to her house. The house that was just next door.
Honey TreeFeather was shunned by most of the town. She was known as the local crazy. She was twenty-six years old, but to the rest of the tiny community, she might as well be the crazy old shut in. A witch they called her, and for the most part they were right. She more than dabbled into the occult, she was a Hedge Priestess, the part taker of "White Magic." To her it was religion, to everyone else it was evil and wrong. If this didn't make her an outcast, then the fact that she was the only non-white in the area made that only more apparent. She never let on to where she was from, but from her light brown skin, thick black hair and accent most guessed she was a Mexican.
Honey was also shorter and rounder then Tracey. At five foot and one hundred and fifty pounds, she still put one of Tracey's arms around her shoulder and helped her through the front door into her house. It entered to the living room, which was dark and dusty. It that smell of a grandparents house. The carpet was brown and matted with a horrible plaid style. The room only housed two very off white chairs and a blacked brick fireplace.
Honey placed Tracey into one of the chair and went off to get her some water. Tracey sat there her eyes closed and her red, fuzzy robe still wrapped tightly against her. She held her head in her hands, sliently. Honey walked back into the room and stood in front of Tracey. Tracey slowly lifted her head up and looked over Honey.
She was wearing a long black skirt that was frayed and torn at the bottom. As the sitting girl moved her eyes upward she saw a the black corset that held her naturally round body tight. Yet it extenuated the curves of her hips and breasts. Tracey then looked up at her face, her exotic facial features and long thick curly hair made her look untamed. The black hair sprawled around her face and into the space around it.
As Honey handed Tracey the glass of water, their eyes meet. IN that exact moment, fear and a sense of something dark, and unnatural filled Honey's senses. She felt evil, and knew the girl in that chair was not Tracey. Honey did her best not to show any trace of the way she felt this. And she believed that she done just that. Tracey took the glass, looked down at the water then drank it.
"Ugg, thank you Honey!" Tracey said softly before taking another sip.
"Don't worry about it dear. You just drink and rest now. You've been through a lot today. Now, while you rest, I have to go straighten up in the basement for a bit. Just sit there and relax," Honey said as she started to walk away briskly. Tracey eyed her as she left the room. She took another sip of water.
Honey didn't look back. She knew something was seriously off. She made her way down the wooden dusty stairs, continued past the cobweb covered boxes and into a room in the back. She opened the wood door and closed it quietly behind her. She walked carefully to the middle of the pitch black room. She reached for the hanging string that, when pulled it, turned on a very low light bulb.
The room lit up and revealed a large wooden alter with various object laiden upon it. A wooden mortar and pestle, various dried plants, herbs and also an assortment of multicolored liquids. On the cement floor below her, in white chalk, was a beautifully drawn large pentagram within a circle.
Honey quickly moved in front of the alter, chanting in Latin. She moved about, placing several of the dried ingredients into the mortar and began smashing them with the pestle. Her chanting changed from Latin, into another old dead language.
"Achtime. Memoname. Drafarah. Laetvasha. Jear'ok'lar. Larvachar."
Honey moved about the alter, her skirt flowed along the concrete floor swept gray dust up onto it. Her corset that barely moved. was pressed and tied tightly against her larger, curved body. When she had finished grounding, she added a deep almost glowing blue liquid from a vial on the alter. The concoction began to bubble a bit. Honey moved into the middle of the pentagram circle and kneeled in the center, rocking and chanting.
"Adrainama. Brabic. Ven'an'lad. Colmina...." She continued.
"Not the best thing for you to be doing don't you think? Tracey interupted, standing behind Honey. Her red robe was open. Her naked body exposed.
Honey, startled, turned around quickly, dropping the mortar onto the circle. The blue liquid contents seeped out onto the pentagram and Honey fell onto her back. Propped up by her elbows Honey stared back at Tracey.
"Oops, did I ruin your little magic trick?" Tracey said bring her hands up in a questioning manner.
"What kind of devilry are you?" Honey asked as she backed up, using her arms and feet.
Tracey laughed and shook her head. She moved slowly towards Honey. Her breasts swayed slightly in rhythm with her hips. Her pussy was now completely bare shaven, very unlike it had been that very same morning. The lips between her legs were very pink and pouted. Honey continued to back away till she her back was against the wooden alter.
"Not a very proficient witch are you? If you were, you wouldn't have to ask such questions! But no, instead you come down here. Leaving poor little me alone, and after you were so nice! Only to find you down here. Playing with things you shouldn't be!!!" Tracey said as she moved more quickly towards Honey, the anger rising in her voice.
She grabbed a fistful of Honey's wild black hair and threw her onto her stomach in the middle of the pentagram. Honey hit the cement hard, scrapping her hands and arms. She brought herself up to her hands and knees. She started to crawl for the door, but Tracey's bare foot came down hard on her back. Bringing her back down on her stomach again.
"I don't think so, my little witch! I just got into this world and I'll be damned, if I'm going to let someone like you try anything that could complicate that!" Tracey yelled as she grabbed the back of Honey's skirt, ripping it off and throwing it to the back corner of the room.
Honey just laid on her stomach. Her face and ears burned red with fear. Tears started to swell in her eyes. She could feel the cold stale basement air against her bare legs, and over her exposed white cotton panties. Honey squirmed under Tracey's foot. This only caused Tracey to push her down harder.
Tracey looked at the woman under her foot, squirming. She glanced down her body. Tracey licked her lips. She reached down and grabbed Honey's white cotton undergarment.
"Let's see what this is hiding shall we?" Tracey said darkly, as she forcefully pulled on the back of the panties.
"OH GOD NOO!" Honey screamed as she felt the panties painfully pulled against her pelvis. The pain of tearing fabric agains her belly. The echoes of Tracey's laughter filled her hot, burning ears. She wept some more.
Tracey kicked Honey, sliding her a bit across the floor. The chalk from the drawn circle was now all over her corset and skirt. This made them look very faded. It also covered her legs and arms. This caused her brown skin to look pale. Honey buried her head into her arm sobbing from fear and embarrassment. Tracey walked slowly and stood over the crying girl. She laughed as grabbed the strings on Honey's corset.
"This needs to go too, I believe!" She grunted, as she started to yank on them.
"Please stop it! I, I won't tell anyone anything. I promise just, just please leave me alone!"
Honey lifted her head, crying loudly. Her eyes wide from the pain. The tears ran her black eyeliner and lipstick, messily down her face.
"Oh I know you won't! And I know, " Tracey strained as she pulled harder on Honey's corset. It wrapped even more tightly against her body, "You won't try anymore spells either!"
Tracey yanked harder on the corset strings. Honey gasped for air and struggled violently against the pressure. Her body sprawled around the in the pentagram. Then, just as Honey thought her ribs were going to break. The corset strings snapped, causing all the pressure to release from her. She gagged and coughed while she breathed fast and deeply. Her flesh red and swollen went out into it's natural round shape.
"I can see why you wear a corset, my pudgy little witch. Tell me witch, does your coven allow you to behave in such a manner? I mean look at you, naked and sprawled out on the floor for me?' Tracey said as she kicked her over onto her back.
Honey grunted, tears fell from her eyes onto her face and landed on the cold hard concrete, that her body laid out on. Her giant fat breasts covered her chest and part of her stomach. Tracey looked over the crying woman who tried in vain to cover her naked and exposed body. Tracey laughed some more as she turned around and sat on Honey brown and slightly large stomach. She grabbed her legs and lifted them, raising Honey's ass and pussy into the air.
