Stolen Penis - a Witch's Story

Stolen penis A witches story

This story is fiction, none of the characters are real. One does have a wiki about her though. Everyone is over eighteen at the time they become sexually active, You should read Read a witch stole my penis. before reading this story.

As always there will be mistakes in the story I try to go back and edit as many of them out as I can find

Oh, miss, please there is plenty of room for you to sit here and enjoy your lunch/ I'm Joni by the way. I've seen you and Jack at the bar several times. How has life been treating you?

I can't believe after five hundred years of my life I have finally found true unrequited love from a man. A man who I had once accidentally stolen his dick. Jack searched for me for years after that fateful night when I turned him from an aging seventy-six-year-old man into a man who will now be twenty-five for the rest of his life.

Five hundred years? You must be joking, no one lives that long. You can't be over twenty-five a day.

Maybe I should give a little back story about myself. I'm sure it will be hard for you to believe but, I was born under a super moon sometime in the fifteen-hundreds the exact year has been long forgotten, on Alholowmesse, You know it as October thirty-first All Hallows-eve or Halloween At precisely the same instant the moon was at its highest in the sky. If you are wondering how I would know this, it is because the witch who raised me told me the story many times About the tragic circumstances of my birth. My mother was from France My father, I should say the beast who supplied the seed to cause my mother to become pregnant was the highest Celtic Druid.

You would know them as High Priests. My mother was captured in Northern France, brought to Ireland and dumped into the Druid's harem Once it was decided she was full adult age the High druid took her virginity. She also became pregnant from that first and only time she had been penetrated. The Druids had to go off to war with the king. Nine months later when they returned my father summoned his newest harem girl only to learn that she was heavy with child. He decided to re instate the ancient custom of sacrificing a virgin on Samhain. Never mind that se was not a virgin because he was the one who took her virginity. He had her laid on a stone alter covered from head to foot with a sacrificial shroud.

He had planned on killing my mother and my unborn self with a single thrust of his sword into her stomach. It didn't matter to him that she might live in agony for days as she slowly died. The man was that evil. The trauma of knowing she was about to be sacrificed in some ancient pagan ritual that he alone had decided to perform caused her to go into heavy labor that afternoon. As my father laid her on the platform and covered her, her water broke. Thinking she had merely pissed herself from fear, he punched her in her belly. Causing my mom to scream and push down. Then he raised his sword to thrust it into her belly and me. The moment his sword touched her skin before it even drew blood. My miraculous mother pushed with all her might expelling me out of her womb before the sword could reach me. he had only managed to cut through my umbilical cord.

Feeling his deed was done he turned and walked away leaving the dying woman screaming witching curses at him. My lower body was still inside her when she took her last breath. The witch woman who pulled me free of her body told me my mother's spirit entered me just as I was pulled free. The other women of the harem were sworn to silence of my birth. Then I was whisked away To be raised in another town far away from the temple.

As I grew up, I was taught all of the secrets of witchcraft. How to make healing potions, poultices to remove unsightly blemishes. How to set and insure broken bones mended properly. I learned how to do the opposites of all of these as well. I often converse with my mother's spirit which resides within my body to this very day. The day I turned nineteen was another full moon on Halloween but only in the time zone where I lived. You see a full moon on Halloween occurs somewhere around the world every nineteen years but only in every time zones once every seventy-six years. I made a vow to deliver justice for my dead mother as a child, but had to wait for just the right moment to deliver the final coup de grace to the evil beast who spawned me.

I used a piece of bamboo cane about two inches in diameter with the joint plug still in place. After smoothing it to a slick polish the plugged end slightly rounded, I inserted dozens porcupine quills dipped in poison into the cylinder at angle facing towards the inside end. Then boiled some shellac and poured it over the outside of the cylinder bonding the quills in the holes they were in and creating a coating over the cylinder. I stretched a piece of thin membrane made of animal intestine over the open end and secured it in place. I pushed a smooth stick inside my vagina to break my hymen. Then gradually forced the cylinder as deep as I could make the three-inch-long cylinder go. It took me quite a while to force my virgin vagina open enough to fully insert the cylinder but now that it was in place there was no safe way to remove it without destroying the membrane and breaking the poison quills. I traveled to the village where the temple was. To meet the High Druid.

Sire this one desires to become one of your harem girls I am virginal and beg you to deflower me so I may serve you.

Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar for some reason.

You might have once known my aunt Christine. She used to live in the village where I am from but left before, I was born.

Yes, that must be it. Tell me young one, are you fully adult?

For seven years I have experienced my monthly cycle Sire.

Then remove your wrap and let me gaze at your body. Umm, Yes, I do believe you will do just fine lift my tunic and make me ready.

Begging your pardon Sire I know not what you mean. Perhaps I am unworthy of your majestic presents.

Lift my tunic and put my cock in your mouth wench. Don't touch it with your teeth or I will have them removed, use your tongue and mouth muscles to make me hard then bend over,

As you command sire.

That's it wench suck on it and make it slick for your dry hole. Now bend over. Damn, wench your shield is tough it should have broken by now.

Maybe you need to push really hard sire. He pulled almost all the way out than really rammed himself in me with so much force he broke through the membrane and hit the far end of the tube I had inside me. The dozens of poisoned quills allowed his cock to slide past them but when he tried to pull out, he was pierced by all of them His cock was now on fire He screamed obscenities and tried to pull out he would push in then try to pull out eventually he managed to remove his cock from my vagina with the tube firmly attached. As soon as I was free of his cock and the tube I stood up and quickly moved away from him. As fast as I could, before he could grab me. He was still standing there screaming obscenities and trying to pull the tube from his cock when he keeled over dead. I didn't stop running until I was back at my village many miles away. Shortly after that I learned of a ship leaving for the new world. I signed up for passage but didn't have the fare. I wound up as an indentured servant to pay off the cost of my passage.

You were a slave? I thought the slaves all came from Africa.

Not hardly more white people came to the colonies as slaves as a way to pay for their passage than there were slaves brought from Africa. Most of the African slaves were taken to other countries. I think of the couple million African slaves captured only five-hundred-thousand were brought here and most of the actual slave traders were African as well. A village leader would sell his whole village then go and take over other villages and sell them into slavery. But I wasn't an indentured servant for very long, I used my skills to heal people and paid my fare off pretty quickly. Once I had my papers I made my way south to a warmer climate. A couple hundred years later I was using my skills to help heal confederate army personnel. Some were so badly injured I had to do the only kind thing and helped them to die. The older I became the harder it was to maintain my youth. The day I killed that beast who was my father a curse was uttered. He cursed me to roam the planet for five hundred years before I would ever find a man who love me everlastingly. His curse stated that only when a full or vacant moon happened on Samhain would my youth briefly return until a man would one day pledge his undying love for me break the curse.

I take it that Jack broke that curse.

Joni, let me ask you a question. Just suppose you were a cursed witch who is very old, and I mean really, really old. And you become young again only once every nineteen years if and only if you happen to be in the time zone where the moon happens to be full on Halloween October thirty-first. Then suppose that you might have a possibility of remaining young a little longer if your body absorbs copious amounts of a man's seed. Most men will say they love you as long as you are having sex with them but as soon as they are drained, they want nothing to do with you. On that day you would want to have as many men as possible, knowing that their seed might give you a few days of maybe a few weeks of your youth back. But only a man who truly loves you can provide you with his youth giving seed after Halloween.

Oh, wow, I don't know what I would do, maybe stand naked on a street corner and give blow jobs of let men fuck me for free all night long. It is the only thing I can think of.

The night I met my Jack, I was a Uber driver. But I was having a very dry night. I had only managed to find two men who had let me give them a blow job. Until a bar tender called me to drive an older man home who was wallowing in his self-pity and very drunk. I drove him home but the poor gentleman was so drunk I had to help him to his door then I helped him to his bed and removed his outer garments so he could at least sleep more comfortably. I was about to leave when he seemed like he was about to vomit. I couldn't leave a man to lie in his own puke all night. I helped him to his bathroom, pulled his boxers down and sat him on the toilet and held a waste basket under his chin.

He commented something, but I made up a story about having seen my father throw up in the toilet only to piss himself. Then I helped him back to bed. A comment he had made about being old and drunk or drunk and old made me think that I could possibly help him to be younger if only for a little while. I didn't count on his seed helping me to stay young for very long even if he still produced any at his age. Nothing I did would make his poor old dick rise to the occasion though either he was too old or too drunk. I suddenly had an idea to make him get at least a partial erection. Grabbing a shower curtain ring I pulled his dick and stratum through it forcing his balls up in his abdomen. And began to suck on his dick. I uttered a few words about making him forever young.

To my amazement he did start to become younger the longer I sucked him off. His dick grew hard and long with as much girth as I had ever seen on a man. I could see the bumps where his balls were trapped begin to rise. I he came so much I thought I was going to drown. With the ring around the base of his dick and his balls trapped he remained hard as steel. I couldn't resist to impale myself on it. By then he was twenty-five again I muttered something about him remaining twenty-five forever. After he had cum in me several more times, I told him I was going to fuck him until his dick fell off. Jack had no refractory period at all. It was a fuck fest for me. Every few minutes his balls would swell up and he would fill me again and again. My body absorbing every drop.

Eventually he may have muttered something about loving me forever even if his dick did fall off, before falling asleep, not long before dawn. Then it happened as I was bouncing up and down on that magnificently beautiful dick of his it came off. I panicked, I grabbed my clothes and ran out of his house, jumped into the car I was driving and drove until it ran out of gas. I don't know how far I drove or where I had driven to. All I knew was I had a dick in my vagina that should not be there. I had somehow accidentally stolen a man's dick and stratum. It was months later when it finally turned to dust and fell out. Joni have you ever tried to pee with a dildo inside you? If you have you know how difficult it can be. But I had remained young I was afraid to ever go back to him though. It wasn't until I heard a radio announcer on Halloween night saying a twenty-five-year-old man was looking for the same Uber driver who took him home one night.

I really needed to apologize to him and explain what had happened. I went to the bar and there he was the most handsome man I had ever seen in my entire life. We talked about what had happened and he told me he loved me. We went to his home and figured out a way to grow his dick back at least for a little while. His scrotum never grows back which is probably a good thing because as long as he has his balls, we can make his dick grow back whenever we want it. We have been together for a few years now and our love for each other grows stronger every day.