CHAPTER 12 - The Beginning of the end.
"I'll meet you there," Effy said to Isha and Amy. "I just need a wee."
"We'll wait," Isha said. "We've got 10 minutes."
"No go on," Effy urged, "I'll see you there."
"Honestly, we'll..." Isha started, but Amy butted in.
"Why don't you just say you need a poo!" Amy said, exasperated. "Come on Isha. I'm sure you can tear yourself apart for two seconds so your lover there can drop a log."
Effy laughed, so did Isha.
"Okay," Isha said, as she was dragged away by her hand. "See you in a minute."
Amy and Isha arrived at their college lecture and waited for the bell to ring. Both of them stood with their other classmates waiting to go in. All dressed in the college uniform.
"What's the plan with Effy's hitchhiker then?" Amy asked. Studying Isha's worried face.
"I think we need to do it tonight," Isha replied. "I'm worried the spirit inside her might have sensed something wrong. Effy seemed different last night. We shouldn't have left her."
"Staying would have made it more suspicious," Amy said. "She'll be here." Amy glanced nervously at the clock on the wall.
"I made the potion late last night," Isha said. Talking about the potion they needed to expel the spirit of Greta from Effy's body. "We drop it into her mouth when she's asleep tonight. Make sure we're ready with the book and incantation, and trap the spirit when it leaves Effy's body."
"Simple!" Amy said, smiling. "You make it sound so easy."
"Well it is really," Isha said. The bell rang. Isha looked down the corridor, panic coursing through her. Amy's worried expression didn't help either. She had a few vials of the potion on her. She wasn't overly sure why, but it started to feel like it had been a good idea.
"She'll be here," Amy muttered, weakly.
"Stop saying that. Something's wrong," Isha said. "We have to go find her, she's never missed a lesson in her life."
"Let's get out of here before Professor Cockwomble sees us," Amy said. Even in times of crisis she couldn't help use the teachers nicknames, and unfortunately, Professor Brock-Tromble was easy pickings. Amy grabbed Isha's hand and they hurried back to the dorm.
At this point Effy was entering her secret room. A smile on her face, but it wasn't her smile. "Fools," Greta said, her smile widening. She had taken complete control of Effy's mind and body. Ignoring the rage from the back of her mind of the small insignificant girl. Trying to break free from her mind prison.
Greta had to be careful. She knew Effy was powerful, but Greta also knew how to handle such witches. She slammed the door behind her, glad Effy was so good at magic. There was no chance those other two idiots would get in, she thought.
She chucked Effy's rucksack on the bed and stopped in front of the mirror. She stripped off the blazer and tie. Standing there in her white shirt, plaid skirt and thigh high black socks. She admired Effy's body. Running her hands over it. She was pleased with her new body, petite, and slim. A beautiful face surrounded by long brown hair.
"The breasts could be bigger," she moaned to herself, but she knew a simple spell she could do later if needed, she thought. Especially if Darian wanted them bigger.
Greta walked over to the bed and opened the rucksack, yelping as Effy's cock bounded on to the bed. She had forgotten about it. She quickly grabbed it, surprising the cock. She moved to the door, opened it and threw the cock out, hard against the corridor wall. The cock hit the wall with a large thud and fell to the floor, motionless.
Effy screamed in rage inside her, surging forward. Great steadied herself on the door knob. It took most of Greta's strength to force her back, pushing her mentally back to her prison.
"My lord, she's strong," Greta gasped. She knew she had to move quickly. With her Darian here she knew they could be rid of the girl for good.
Effy sobbed inside her, the crunch of her pet cock hitting the wall had been sickening. This bitch is going to pay, she thought, but how?
Greta went back to the bed and pulled the book out. She flicked to the last incantation and moaned at the picture of her beloved.
She hurried around the room, gathering ingredients for the summoning. She saw the cauldron and tipped the contents onto the floor. Effy raged again inside her, but not as strong as last time. It was a shame about the fantasy mist ingredients, that had been fun, Greta thought.
Greta filled the cauldron with what she needed, and then drew a large symbol on the floor with chalk. A complex pattern known by heart.
When Greta was ready she stood by the bed, the cauldron full in front of her. She began the incantations. Ancient words flowed from her mouth.
The panic that had ripped through Isha when they had arrived back at the dorm to find it empty sent her to her knees.
"She's not here," Isha groaned. "We should have known."
"We'll find her," Amy said, trying to sound positive. She helped Isha up. "Where can she go that's private? She must have somewhere she's been going to use that book."
They stood there thinking. Isha was trying not to let panic overwhelm her. She had just got Effy, she couldn't lose her so soon.
"The old uni building," Isha shouted, making Amy jump. "Come on." She grabbed Amy's hand and they started running.
"It's the only place that's private enough," Isha shouted over her shoulder.
"Hopefully your right," Amy shouted back, trying to keep up. "Slow down! The only exercise I'm used to is normally with no clothes on."
They arrived in the old building, slowing down as they entered. Isha looked at the size of the old building and groaned.
"This is going to take too long," Isha said. "Even if we find it there's going to be cloaking spells on it." She felt time slipping away from her. They searched the first few rooms. Amy took one side, Isha the other.
They had searched half the first floor. Going from room to room. Opening the doors. Checking doors inside each room. Trying to feel any incantations that might have been cast.
It was taking a long time. Time they didn't have. Amy exited one room and kicked an old drinks can in frustration. It clattered down the corridor. She watched it bounce and skip along.
"What the fuck is that?" Amy shouted, pointing down the corridor past the still rolling can.
