Intervention
Chapter 3: Family Value
All characters are 18 or over. Comments welcome, as always.
"Someone told me you can do magic."
Rhianna blinked, then glanced at her customer's face and her own in the mirror. "They were exaggerating," she said lightly. "People just feel better when they look better, that's all."
"You don't believe in magic?"
"I believe it might work if you believe in it, like voodoo or faith healing, but it's all in the mind. It's not like it is in Dungeons and Dragons."
"I wouldn't know. They banned that at the school."
"Yeah, I heard something about that," Rhianna replied. The school board was notoriously conservative, like much of the nominally Christian neighbourhood; she'd only moved to the county because she'd found a house that was affordable, convenient to the beauty parlor, and on a ley line that could power her spells. "I mean, I've known people who believe in magic, but even they don't think you can just say some words and wave your hands for a few seconds and turn a frog into a prince. I mean, where is the extra mass supposed to come from? And flying on a broomstick? I read somewhere that women who called themselves witches were just hallucinating after absorbing the ointment they rubbed on their, um, bodies." She shrugged. "Why, what would you do if magic was real?"
*
"It's possible," said Magda, when Rhianna recounted the incident to her. "Might even be fun, but risky as hell if the spells don't work. Of course, you'd need material links --"
"No problem," said the beautician. Whenever the coven wanted someone's hair or nail clippings for a spell, they anonymously sent them a voucher for a manicure or style at Rhianna's salon.
"- and photos," Magda added. "Easy enough nowadays when everyone's taking selfies -- sexts would be even better - but that's just to start. Getting men to think with their dicks for an hour or two isn't difficult, most of the time it doesn't even need magic, but with five people, you'll also have to control the space where this is happening, draw a circle around it. Probably best if you don't get involved in the sex; bad for concentration."
Rhianna pouted slightly. "I'll just watch from astral."
"That's safest. I have all the spells you'll need in one of my grimoires, but even if the stars are right, it's going to need some ingredients that aren't easy to come by, and a lot of work."
"It's not as complicated as a geas; all I need to do is crank their libidos up to 11 and lower their inhibitions for an hour or two so they can act out their fantasies."
"Some fantasies should remain fantasies," the older witch warned her.
"True. But some shouldn't."
*
Tom Johnson was feeling smug. He knew that pride was one of the seven deadly sins, but as far as he knew, the Bible didn't say anything bad about smugness. At least, not in the parts of it he could remember reading, so he allowed himself to continue feeling smug. And why not? The most recent book burning had attracted a lot of press coverage, so Johnson was wondering whether he should try running for the legislature four years earlier than he'd originally planned -- to make the most of Bethany, his 40-year-old second wife, and Leah, his beautiful blonde 18-year-old stepdaughter, looking as good as they did. Bethany served on the school board, and had been instrumental in imposing abstinence-only sex education through the county's schools as well as banning hundreds of books from the libraries. The two women had also posed for the cameras beside him on his campaigns to shut down the town's only gay bar, and the adult bookshop, and at the protests that had forced the last OB/GYN out of the county (freeing those blocks up for gentrification)... but neither of them were getting any younger, and Leah was about to graduate and leave the state to go to a Christian college like Adam, her 20-year-old stepbrother.
Johnson was still grinning when he parked his Cadillac and walked into the living room -- and his jaw dropped at the sight of Bethany, naked on the sofa and sandwiched between two of Leah's classmates, while his stepdaughter, sitting in Johnson's favourite leather recliner, watched with her cheerleader skirt hiked up to her waist, as she rubbed her virgin cunt through the visibly wet crotch of her spankies. "What the He --"
His voice came out as a squeak, and he swallowed and tried to start again, but Bethany opened her eyes and said, "Oh, hello, honey. Sorry we started without you, but you're later than I expected and... well, I know patience is a virtue, but..."
"But?"
"Well, yes," she glanced over her shoulder at the young man fucking her ass doggy-style, "Pete's in my butt, but since you never seemed to want it, even when I offered it to you..."
Johnson stared at Pete, who he recognized from the choir at church, then at the other man who was sucking one of Bethany's large pendulous breasts while she rode him. He couldn't see his face, just broad shoulders and the top of his head, but a small voice in the back of his brain expressed relief that at least neither man was black. He wasn't yet sure whether to be relieved or outraged at the sight of one empty condom wrapper beside the bottle of lube on the coffee table near the couch.
Johnson drew a deep breath. He'd seen videos of double penetration before: Reverend Gurner regularly showed examples of what he considered particularly depraved acts at the men-only meetings Citizens' Council to motivate them to vote to ban porn and to know what to look for on their sons' computers. DPs, gangbangs, ass-to-mouth, lesbian analingus and interracial scenes came up almost every month. "Anal sex is an abomination in the eyes of..." he began, then realized he was watching in fascination. He tried looking away, saw Leah fondling her breasts and cunt through her uniform, then closed his eyes.
"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," said Pete cheerfully.
"He hasn't," said Bethany. "Not with me, at least."
"I thought you were joking," said Johnson weakly. He remembered the only time she'd hinted at it, the few occasions when she'd offered to fellate him to get his penis hard enough for sex, even the October when she'd impishly suggested buying a Sexy Handmaid costume from amazon.com. The idea that she was serious and might actually have wanted any of these things had never entered his mind before. His eyes still firmly shut, he turned towards Leah and said, "And what about you? Don't you have any shame?"
"Well," she said, "you know how you've always told me I should stay a virgin until I get married... well, I have, I am, but I'm eighteen now, and I didn't think the Bible said anything about handjobs. I couldn't decide whether I liked Pete or Matt better, but I have two hands, so..."
"You..."
"Then Mom came home and caught us and reminded me about Onan spilling his seed on the ground, and I realized that spilling it on the sofa would be just as bad, and that's when she said she had a better idea..."
