"Taylor and the Witch"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Wednesday 22nd of April 2020 10:04:11 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:02:15 AM UTC


It is 2014 and it has been a good fifty years or more since the last of the witch trials. Witches were now assimilated into society and they were impossible to distinguish from a regular person walking down the street. There have even been laws created to both protect and persecute witches specifically due to the nature of being a witch. For example, witches could not be excluded from certain jobs just because they are witches, but the penalty for their crimes such as murder, were much greater due to the power that taking a life bestowed upon most witches. Sure, there was still witch crimes, but much less than non-witch crimes because there are much fewer witches. Every now and then there would be a story on the news of some witch who was caught out in the woods with a sacrifice waiting in a cage, but there had never been a case where a witch was successfully able to sacrifice a person. It just didn't happen, they were always caught before anything happened and those witches were always sentenced harshly to make sure no one tried to attempt the same thing.

Of course, none of this really affected Taylor. She was just 20 years old so all these laws were over 30 years old before she was even born. To her, witches were a part of everyday life that she never really thought about. Taylor had just started her second year of college. She enjoyed the dorm life and living her life without her parents butting in. Taylor was also very popular with the boys. Everytime she walked to a class she would get at least one holler, or notice a guy staring at her long legs for a bit too long. One time a freshman almost fell down the stairs because he couldn't stop looking at her blond hair that ended right above her ass.

Taylor didn't understand the guys interest in her though. She had always thought she was too skinny and she was never happy with her b-cup breasts. Because of her low self image, she had never had sex with a guy. She had a guy to her dorm once after a nice date, but she got really nervous and she told him she enjoyed the night, but she was tired and had to go to church in the morning. Unfortunately, he never called back after that. That was fine with her though, she didn't have to worry about embarrassing herself by revealing her small pale breasts and besides, she knew just how to hit her own spot.

It was Friday at 7pm when Taylor's cellphone rang. She glanced and the phone before answering to see her friend Tara was calling. "Hey 'T", Taylor answered happily. Taylor and Tara were friends all the way back to grade school. They were both skinny, blond, and hot, but Tara had always had much better luck with guys. Tara had lost her virginity with her second boyfriend in high school, which Taylor was a little jealous of but never showed it.

"Tay, it is Friday night and we should go to the bar and find a man for you!" Tara was very supportive of Taylor trying to find a boyfriend to help her lose her shyness and Taylor did enjoy going to have a few drinks with her best friend even if it didn't lead to meeting someone.

"Sure, that sounds like a great idea, 'T'. I'll meet you at your place in a little bit." Tara would never let Taylor drive to the bars in hopes that Taylor would leave with someone else. Taylor didn't mind, she hated trying to find parking and she had hoped she would meet someone to take her home as well.

Both girls dolled themselves up. For being so shy, Taylor had on one hell of a sexy dress. Spaghetti straps hung from her shoulders holding up a black simple dress that hung to just above her knees. She never wore a bra with this dress and her breasts made a very alluring impression through the fabric. Tara wore something a bit more conservative, after all, Taylor was supposed to be the main attraction. Both girls sat at the bar and ordered their first drinks.

Before too long, a cute guy sat next to Taylor and offered to buy her a drink. She smiled at him and accepted, but before the drink even came, the guy had his hand on Taylor's thigh. So of course, the drink ended up in his face. Taylor and Tara both laughed it off while almost immediately, another guy took the now empty stool.

"Hey, I'm Paul. Sorry about what happened with the last guy, hopefully he didn't ruin your night. What's your name?" Paul reached out his hand for a handshake as Taylor introduced herself. "Did you still want another drink?" Taylor smiled and accepted the new drink. While Paul got the bartenders attention, Taylor shot an excited glance to Tara who returned the glance with a wink. Tara moved away from the bar to give Taylor some space.

Tara watched Paul and Taylor talk and laugh for a while. They both got another drink and then Taylor came over to Tara with a big smile on her face. "Paul is going to give me a ride to his place and we're going to listen to a CD of his band!"

Tara returned Taylor's excited smile. "Have fun listening to music at his place." Tara winked at Taylor as she watched Paul help her with her coat and walk her out the door.

Paul opened the car door and helped Taylor in. He went around and got into the drivers seat and grabbed two bottles of water from the back seat. "I always like to drink a bottle of water after I go out drinking so I don't get such a bad hangover. Would you like one?" Taylor nodded and happily took the other bottle from him and drank most of it down.

"I can't wait to lissen to yer band." Taylor was a bit surprised at her slurring. She didn't think she had drank that much and it wasn't late enough for her to be too tired. She put her hand over her forehead as she felt more and more exhausted. She took another gulp of water and looked down at the bottle in her hand. Right when everything started spinning, she realized that the bottle was not sealed when Paul handed it to her. It was then that Taylor got extremely worried and passed out.

Paul took this chance to pull the car over and reach his hand under Taylors dress. He slipped a finger under her panties and felt that she was moist. Had this of been a regular date, he probably would have gotten laid, but instead he would be delivering her to a witch. This was not the first delivery he had made and he knew enough not to ask what the witch needed with the girls. This was however the first time he wished he could take one home first.

Paul unzipped his jeans, took Taylors left hand and slid it down his boxers. He knew he wasn't allowed to have sex with the girls, but an unconscious handjob never seemed to cause any harm. Paul gently formed Taylor's slender fingers around his cock and started to slide her hand up and down. He took her hand back out of his boxers and spit into her palm before wrapping her hand back around himself and pumping her delicate hand up and down his shaft. After a few minutes of this, he squeezed her hand tight around his cock and came. He grabbed a towel and wiped off his dick and her hand and continued to the witches house for the drop off.

The road through the woods hid a long driveway that Paul drove up. The trees gave way to a large, dark house that looked abandoned and in disrepair. The exterior masked the lavish interior quite well. The owner liked to keep a low profile. Paul pulled up to the house and parked in the back, got out of the car, walked to the passenger side and opened the door. Taylor was slumped over in the seat, still under the effects if the drug in her water bottle. Paul lifter her body out of the car and carried her to the door. Without even knocking, the witch excitedly opened the door to look at the newest catch.

Back at the bar, Tara scanned the room one last time to see if there was anyone worth her time aside from the creeps that had already tried their luck. Dissatisfied with her choices, she checked her watch, almost 1am, and collected her coat. As she walked out to her car, she checked her phone for messages, which there were none. Taylor must be having a good time, she thought to herself with a smile. She drove home alone, tonight she would have to satisfy her own needs.

Taylor moaned and opened her eyes a little to let them adjust to the light. Her head was killing her and she remembered the bar, and Paul, and...the water. She immediately tried to shake off her daze and figure out where she was. She was still wearing her dress and shoes, but she was tied to a wooden chair. Her wrists, elbows, ankles, and waist were all secured to the chair. The chair was bolted to the floor and she could not break free. There was a large light over her head which made it difficult to see further into the dark room.

Taylor started to panic and looked all around the room to try to figure out where she was being held. She saw a table not too far away with her purse and coat on it. Deeper in the room she saw Paul tied up to a chair same as her. "Maybe Paul did not spike the water and he is a victim too." Taylor took a small bit of comfort that she wasn't alone in the situation.

It was then that a door across the room opened. Taylor could only make out a tall slender figure walking into the room and stopping only a few feet into the room. "Welcome to my home." Taylor was surprised to hear a sweet voice come from the figure. "I am a witch and you have been brought here by our friend Paul." The witch flicked a switch and a light over Paul lit up.

Paul was nude and looked like he had been roughed up quite a bit. His head was hanging down, Taylor could see blood dripping from his face. His legs and stomach were bruised.

"Taylor, you are a lucky girl." The witch sat in a chair, still in the darkness so Taylor couldn't make out what she looked like. "I cook and eat girls for my dark rituals, I sacrifice them so I can become powerful." Taylor started to shiver at the thought of becoming dinner for a witch. "The reason you are lucky is because Paul has screwed up for the last time. I warned him to stop bringing girls like you and because of that, you have a chance to get away while Paul takes your place."

Taylor was quickly putting the pieces together while the witch went on. Paul had kidnapped her to be sacrificed, but Taylor was not pretty enough for this witch to sacrifice for her beatification spell. And it sounded like she would be escaping from this with her life! The witch continued explaining Taylor's situation to her.

"I will be putting a curse on you, Taylor. I will also be giving you a gift. The curse will force you to return to me in 72 hours. The gift is on the table next to your purse. It is a pill that you will give to a girl who you think would better take your place in my oven to complete my ritual. The pill will cause the girl you give it to to return with you to me. As long as the girl is acceptable, your curse will be broken and you will go home free."

The thought of giving an innocent girl to this witch made Taylor nauseous. She began to protest, but before she could get the first word out, a bright flash filled the room. Taylor closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she was back in her dorm and on her bed was her purse, her coat, and the pill. Either she or someone else would be dead, eaten by the witch in three days. Taylor laid in her bed and cried herself to sleep.

The next morning Taylor was woken up by her cellphone ringing. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Tara calling. With last night fresh in her mind, she tried to compose herself and answer the call. "Hey Tara." Was all she could get out before she started crying again.

"Oh my god, are you ok, Taylor? What happened last night? Did he hurt you? I am on my way over!" Before Taylor could say any actual words, Tara hung up the phone and was on her way over.

Tara arrived at Taylor's dorm and sat on her bed with her. "Ok, tell me everything." Taylor took a deep breath and explained her night to Tara. Taylor told Tara about the water, waking up tied to a chair, seeing Paul tortured, the curse and the pill, and how she was going to be cooked and eaten unless she could find someone to take her place.

Tara stared in disbelief at Taylor for a while while she took everything in. Suddenly Tara's eyes lit up. "There is a way out!" Tara shouted excitedly.

Taylor lit up as well, "what do you mean? How do I get out of this?"

"The witch is expecting you to trick someone who has no idea what is happening until it is too late, right?" That made sense to Taylor and she nodded at Tara wanting to hear the rest of the plan. "So I will take the pill, we will both get to the witch's house and we will both surprise her and fight her. She won't expect it and we will be able to take her down before she knows what hit her!"

Taylor didn't seem convinced. "Tara, I appreciate your help, but I don't think that will work. It sounds like a good way to get us both eaten." Before Taylor could say anything more, Tara grabbed the pill out of Taylor's hand and swallowed it. "It's too late now. In three days, that bitch is ours."

Taylor's relief that she didn't have to face this alone was quickly replaced with fear when almost immediately after taking the pill, Tara fell face down on the bed unconscious. "Oh shit, no. This was supposed to take 3 days." Taylor's body started to move on its own. She knelt down to pick up Tara with her left arm under her knees and her right arm around her shoulders. Her mind was in a panic while her body acted on the witch's behalf. "This wasn't supposed to happen...oh my god...Tara is going to be eaten and it is all my fault." Taylors mind started to get fuzzy while she just stood still holding Tara. The room started spinning and Taylor blacked out.

When Taylor came to, she realized she was in the same room she was in last night in the witch's house. She was still holding Tara, who was still unconscious in her arms. Taylor glanced over to where Paul was tied up, but he was not there. There was a table there instead and to Taylor's horror, she realized that on the table sat Paul's meat-stripped carcass. Had Taylor been able to control her body, she would have thrown up, but she could only stand in place like a soldier waiting for her orders.

After a few minutes, the same door across the room opened and Taylor could make out the witch's figure walk into the room. Just like before, the witch stopped just outside of where the light would hit her so Taylor was unable to make out her features. The witch spoke.

"Oh dear. I see you have brought someone who will do no better than you, dear Taylor."

Taylor, shocked that Tara was not good enough, quickly responded. "That can't be, she is much more beautiful than I am. She is the most beautiful girl I know, how can she not be good enough for your beauty spell?"

"Oh, Taylor...this is not an issue with beauty. If that was the case, you would have done perfectly." Taylor blushed at the compliment. "No, the issue we have here is that your friend, like you, does not have enough meat on her bones for my ageless spell to work."

Taylor was dumbstruck. How had she not put it together before? If the witch wanted to eat someone, of course the issue was that she was too skinny. She was so angry at herself for not realizing that.

The witch continued to explain the situation to Taylor. "I am over 1000 years old. Needless to say, I have eaten quite a lot of girls. Just from looking at your friend Tara, I can promise you that she will not produce the 75 pounds of meat that my spell requires. I will most likely need both of you."

Taylor's knees started to tremble. Not only had Tara's plan of surprising and overtaking the witch been a terrible failure due to Tara's immobility, it looked as if both girls were now going to be cooked up for the witch's dinner.

"Taylor, I am not going to lie to you, being cooked alive is extremely painful. I enjoy watching the meat scream and squirm, and beg while they are cooking. I watched Tara voluntarily take the pill from you, so this will be her fate."

Taylor was fully trembling with fear now. Not only was her death immanent, but it would be extremely painful. She felt a warm sensation down her legs and looked down to realize she was so scared that she peed herself. Tears began to fill her eyes.

The witch noticed that Taylor had a growing puddle at her feet. "Don't worry about that, Taylor, it is a common reaction for girls in your situation. I am not completely heartless so I will be giving you a choice."

Taylor's hopes were lifted slightly.

"If Tara does not produce enough meat, you will need to be added to my plate. If she does have enough meat, I can let you go free."

The thought that she may get away alive filled her with joy, which in turn, filled her with disgust because she was happy that her friend would die a horrible death while she escaped.

"The only problem, like I mentioned earlier, is that from my experience, Tara is not going to produce enough meat. And in that predicament lies your choice."

A fresh wave of fear washed over Taylor.

"You can bet that Tara will be enough meat for me, and if she is, you can keep your life while your poor friend suffers alone after trying to help you. However, if Tara is not enough meat as I predict, you will suffer the same horrible, painful fate as her. The other option is that you agree with me now that Tara will not satisfy the requirements of my spell and you offer yourself to me now. If this is your choice, I can give you a pill that will not only take away the pain, but will make you eager to be my dinner willingly."

Taylor quietly contemplated her choices. A small chance of escape with the consequence of a painful death equal to what her friend Tara will go through or she can willingly accept that she will most likely be cooked anyway and take a pill that will make her a willing participant in her own painless death. Taylor sobbed when she realized what her choice was.

"I don't want to die, but if I have to die, I don't want to die in agony. Do you swear that Tara is not going to be enough meat?"

Taylor could not believe what was coming out of her mouth. Such a strange sentence for someone to utter. She didn't even know why she was asking the witch to swear. Did a witch have honor? Would the witch just lie to Taylor in order to get her too?

The witch finally stepped into the light for Taylor to see her face. Taylor was surprised to see that the witch was beautiful. She looked only 20 years old and her skin was perfect. The witch gave Taylor a smile that both reassured her and creeped her out at the same time. "Taylor, the only thing I can say is from my experience, Tara does not look like she will produce enough meat. I can not tell you for sure. I am only giving you the choice to be nice."

Taylor sighed. "I will take your pill to...make my death...painless." Taylor cried as the words came out of her mouth. She was trusting that the witch was telling the truth and that she would end up being cooked alongside Tara. It seemed crazy to trust a witch who wanted to eat her, but it beat the alternative.

"Brave girl." The witch smiled, knowing her next meal was guaranteed while she searched for a new delivery boy. She produced a pill from thin air and placed it on a small table next to her. The witch snapped her fingers and like a puppet on strings, Taylor placed Tara on the floor and to Taylor's surprise, Tara stood upright still unconscious. The witch snapped her fingers again and Tara's eyes opened, but her body remained paralyzed. Taylor could only watch as Tara's eyes darted around the room trying to piece together what had happened. As Tara realized that her plan had gone wrong her eyes went from panicked to fearful to dread.

The witch walked around Tara slowly. Tears started falling down Tara's cheeks while she followed the witch with her eyes. The witch stopped in front of Tara a few feet away. "Tara, it was very brave of you to try to help your friend, but very dumb. If I didn't plan for every possibility, I would not have lived to be as old as I am. You are very skinny and I don't think you will be enough meat for my spell, so Taylor has volunteered to let me eat her as well because I am going to make it painless and pleasurable for her."

Tara looked at Taylor with disbelief. Taylor looked down to the floor, too embarrassed and upset to look Tara in the eye.

The witch continued, "For you, Tara it will not be painless. As I explained before to Taylor while you were unconscious, I enjoy listening to the girls cry and beg for mercy. I love watching them squirm against my magical bindings." The witch smiled at Tara, she loved seeing the fear and hate in her eyes. The witch leaned in close to Tara and kissed her lips. To Tara's surprise and disgust, her body returned the kiss, even forced her hands to caress the witch's face.

The witch pulled back from the kiss and winked at Tara. Immediately, Tara unwillingly started to undress. She lifted her shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor. Tara removed her bra next. The witch slid her hand up and down Tara's stomach and chest. The witch flicked her tongue on Tara's nipples. For the first time, Tara was able to let out a pitiful whimper of what can only be described as sexual pleasure mixed with unwilling fear.

The witch turned to Taylor who was forced to stand and watch her friend undress. "I always love this part. You can tell by her eyes and her delicate whimpers that she doesn't want to be doing this, but she has no choice. Her body is not under her own control." The witch was getting a real satisfaction from watching this poor skinny girl strip nude.

The witch turned back to face Tara and right on queue, Tara knelt down to remove her shoes and socks and add them to her pile of discarded clothing. Next, Tara unzipped her tight jeans and slid them down her beautiful legs. Tara's cheeks were covered in tears while the witch watched on. Finally, more slowly as if Tara was trying to fight it, she slid two fingers inside the elastic of her panties and slid them to the floor.

Tara now stood at attention with her feet shoulder width apart, arms at her sides, completely nude. The witch slowly walked around Tara making noises of satisfaction. Taylor cried as she watched her friend get sized up as meat. The witch waved her hand and a kitchen island rose up from the floor. Tara turned to face it, climbed on top of it and laid down on her back.

"Oh god, please don't do this." Tara said her first words since she had passed out on Taylor's bed. Tara was surprised that she was able to speak. "You bitch, the police will..." Tara's voice cut out and the witch looked at her sternly.

"I do not appreciate my dinner calling me names. You may beg and cry, but name calling is not acceptable." Tara was a little confused by the rules, but as soon as she had her voice back, she went right back to begging for her life.

"I don't want to die!," Tara managed to yell out between sobs. "Please let us go, I'll do anything!" The witch handed a bottle of olive oil to Tara who then sat up on the table. Tara poured the oil over her shoulders and let it run down her chest and back. Tara could not believe the witch was forcing her to prepare herself. Tara's hands started to rub the oil into her chest, breasts, and stomach. The witch rubbed the oil into Tara's back, shoulders, and neck. The witch took the bottle of oil and poured a stream up one of Tara's legs and down the other. Next, she rubbed the oil evenly into her legs until she shined like she had spent hours at the gym sweating. Tara cried the whole time saying everything the witch usually heard like "why me" and "I'm too young to die."

The witch next had Tara lay back down and then she rubbed the oil deep into Tara's pussy. Tara let out unwilling moans of pleasure between her begging and crying. Tara's hips started grinding against the witch's hand. The witch pushed Tara's legs apart and licked her pussy. If Taylor didn't know any better, she would have thought Tara was enjoying this. After a few minutes, despite the crying, Tara's toes curled, her hands balled into fists and she let out a scream of pleasure.

Her body having just betrayed her, Tara was now sobbing quietly on the table. Tara's body rose up a few inches from the table and a pan slid under her. Tara's body flipped over to face down, her legs folded under her and her arms bent at the elbow with her hands under her chin. Tara's eyes were wide with panic as she was lowered onto the pan in her roasting position. The witch smiled at the presentation in front of her and produced a carrot which she slid deep into Tara's ass. Next, Tara shuddered as a long temperature probe was slid into her pussy and an apple in her mouth. Taylor was still powerless to do anything to help her friend who was now ready to be cooked. Taylor shivered, knowing the same fate awaited her. Even if the pill made her willing, at this moment, she was anything but.

The whole pan lifted off the table and glided to a now open and heated oven across the room. The witch followed the pan and looked at Tara's panicked face. The witch appeared to be getting off on this torture. Tara could only look with fear at the witch while frantically shaking her head and struggling to move off the pan. The pan slid into the oven, the door closed and Tara could only look out the window and try to scream through the apple in her mouth.

Taylor watched in horror as her friend cooked alive. Tara was dripping with sweat and juice and her skin was turning red. Tara's panicked looks and struggling against her invisible ropes was slowing down. After about 30 minutes Tara's eyes had closed and she stopped moving at all. Even her shallow breathing had stopped and Taylor knew that her friend had died in the oven.

The witch left Tara to cook for another couple hours before turning off the oven and magically flying the pan back to her prep table. Taylor watched her friend float across the room, she looked oddly peaceful. "Now it is time to carve her up!" The witch gleefully grabbed a knife and started expertly cutting into the meat. Tara's breasts were removed whole, the witch made long cuts down her legs and was able to peel off the whole leg from the bone. If it wasn't so gruesome, it would have been beautiful. Tara's arms were done the same way, but because they were so thin, her forearms were separate from her upper arms. Every so often the witch would lick her fingers. Tara's feet and hands were picked clean to the bone as was the rest of her body.

Before too long, there were two piles on the table. One pile was all the meat that came off of Tara on a plate, the other pile was what was left of Tara's bones and her head. The witch uttered a magic spell and Tara's head lift off the table and changed back to how she had looked before roasting. Her skin was tan, her blue eyes were open, but she had a look of terror on her face. A wave of the witch's hand and Tara's head floated up to the wall. Taylor had not noticed before, but the witch had hundreds of heads lined across the top of the wall like crown molding. All the heads were from young people taken to feed the witch. They all looked perfect except for their looks of fear. The witch smiled when Tara's head fell into line with the rest of her victims.

"Now to find out how much meat Tara provided." The witch took the plate of Tara's meat over to a scale on the side of the table. Taylor only watched, she was becoming numb to the whole ordeal. "Oh, how delightful!" The witch turned to face Taylor, "Tara produced 76 pounds of meat!" Taylor's jaw dropped. Tara ended up being 1 pound more than the witch needed for her spell. Taylor could have gotten away with her life, but instead she voluntarily gave herself to the witch to cook.

Taylor slowly shook her head in disbelief. "Please...please let me live. I will do anything you ask, just please don't kill me." Tears streamed from Taylor's eyes and she realized she was able to move enough to fall to her knees in front if the witch.

"You made your choice Taylor, you belong to me now. But I won't need you for a while since Tara will be enough for now, so why don't you get undressed and get in the cage over in the corner. With a snap of the witch's fingers, Taylor stood up and took off her shirt. She was terrified, she was going through the same motions that Tara had gone though only hours earlier. Next, Taylor removed her bra and let it fall to the floor. She bent over and removed her shoes and socks. Finally, her jeans and her panties were on the floor. Taylor walked toward the cage and crawled in. She closed the door and locked herself in. At that point, the witch released her from not being able to move on her own. The only thing she wanted to do was curl up in the corner of the cage and cry.

The witch went back to Tara's meat and waved her hands and uttered some spells. Taylor watched from the cage while the witch ate her friend. After the witch was done, she fell asleep in her chair and Taylor was so exhausted that she did the same.

After a couple hours the witch woke up and looked over at Taylor who was still asleep, shivering in the cage. "Come here Taylor, it is time for your pill." Without hesitation, Taylor's body woke up, reached under the mat in the cage and retrieved a key which unlocked the cage. Taylor was dumbfounded that she had been sitting on the key for hours and didn't even think to try to escape. Her body left the cage and walked toward the table which still had the pill sitting on it that would make her an eager participant in her roasting.

More tears streamed down her face while she watched her hand pick up the pill and put it in her mouth, then she swallowed. A strange sensation overtook Taylor. Her knees got weak and she fell to the floor. Her fear subsided and she became euphoric and she stood back up. She turned to face the witch and said, "I want you to eat me, please."

The witch smiled at Taylor. "I need you to clean up the remains of Tara before I can prepare you, my dear."

Taylor moved to the table that held Tara's bones and everything else the witch didn't eat and scooped as much as she could into her arms. Taylor walked over to the trash and dumped in everything she held. She walked back to the table with Tara's juices running down her chest and stomach. She picked up the rest of Tara's remains and went back to the trash to dispose of it. On her way back, the witch pointed at the path of Tara's juices that Taylor had left along the floor and that still remained on the table. "Everything has to be clean before I can eat you, dear Taylor."

Taylor hopped into action, sponging up the rest of Tara's juices from the table and cleaning up the little scraps until the table was clean. She moved to do the same to the floor, but the witch stopped her. "Taylor, I would like you to prove how badly you want me to eat you. Clean Tara's juices off the floor with your tongue.

"I need you to eat me so badly, it is all that I have ever wanted." With that, Taylor got on her hands and knees and with her ass in the air, started to lick up Tara's drippings from the floor around the table. The witch watched Taylor's ass as she scooted slowly across the floor licking up everything. Taylor's pussy was dripping wet down her thighs.

The witch called Taylor's attention and Taylor looked up at the witch lovingly with her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. "What if I told you that had you not been forced to come to me, you would have been a world famous country music star and if I let you go, you still had that chance? Would you want to leave?"

Taylor looked shocked at the question and shook her head. "I need to be eaten by you, please don't make me leave. I need you to eat me so badly." The witch enjoyed Taylors change in attitude from begging not to die to now begging to be eaten. Taylor got back to work licking up the rest of Tara's juices of the floor.

Once Taylor was done cleaning the floor she came back to the witch and kneeled at her feet. "Everything is clean now. Will you eat me now, please?" The witch smiled at Taylor and looked her up and down. She was truly lovely. From her blonde curly hair, her gorgeous face, her small but perky breasts, her flat stomach, her little shaved pussy which was dripping all over her thin milky thighs and calves, all the way to her cute feet with perfect toes.

The witch patted the top of the table and told Taylor to hop up. Taylor wasted no time climbing on to the table and laying down. "First we will have to clean you up. We can't have you going in the oven all dirty from crawling on the floor."

The witch grabbed a bucket of warm water and soap and put it on the table. She removed a washcloth and started at Taylor's feet. She gently cleaned the dirt from her soles and toes then moved up to her calves. Once her pale calves were clean, the witch cleaned her knees and thighs. "You are going to make a fine meal, Taylor."

Taylor smiled at the witch, clearly excited to roast. The witch started cleaning Taylor's pussy lips and Taylor closed her eyes and moaned. The witch stopped suddenly when she put a finger into her pussy and her eyes lit up. "Taylor, are you a virgin?," the witch asked with a hopeful smile on her face.

Taylor saw the witch's smile and excitedly nodded her head. "Yes, I am a virgin. Is that good? Does that make my meat better for you to eat?"

"Oh, it is very good. I haven't eaten a virgin in over a hundred years. You, sweet Taylor, will not roast in my oven." The witch was clearly excited to have a willing virgin on her table.

Taylor's look of ecstasy disappeared and was replaced with concern. "Oh please, you have to eat me. I am nothing if not here to feed you." Taylor once again begged to be eaten, which delighted the witch.

The witch reassured Taylor, "don't worry, you will still end in my stomach." At those words, Taylor let out a sigh of relief. "You will just not be cooked. A virgin should be eaten whole and alive to increase the usefulness of the spell. You will be oiled up with my best oils and I will slide you into my stomach" The witch quickly finished washing Taylor's body. She paid special attention to her breasts and hard tits while Taylor smiled excitedly and let out moans of pleasure at the witch's touch.

Taylor laid still on the table while the witch went off to get the oil. When she returned, she uncorked the bottle and poured a small pool of oil in Taylor's bellybutton. The oil felt warm on Taylor's nude skin and goosebumps started to spread all over her while the witch rubbed her fingertips in circles around her bellybutton. The fine hairs on Taylor's arms stood up and her belly was shining from the thin layer of oil. The witch poured some more of the oil directly on Taylor's tits which stood straight up allowing the oil to drip down her breasts. The witch used her whole hands to massage the oil into her breasts. Taylor could not stop moaning and the witch took the liberty of licking and sucking each of Taylor's tits.

Taylor's hips were gyrating with ecstasy and her pussy was dripping. The witch finished with her breasts and poured more oil on her neck and massaged it in. The witch waved her hands gently and Taylor's body rose off the table and turned over before floating back down so she was laying on her belly. More oil was poured down her spine and across her shoulders. Finally, the witch poured a thin stream down each of Taylor legs and rubbed the oil deep into her thighs and calves. Finally, each of Taylor's feet and toes were coated in oil. Taylor's eyes were still closed and she was still letting out moans of pleasure. She was enjoying being prepared to be eaten.

The witch gently flipped Taylor again and pushed her thighs apart. She lowered her face to Taylor's dripping pussy. The witch took a deep breath to take in Taylor's scent. The witch could not resist licking Taylor's sweet pussy. The witch savored Taylor's flavor on her tongue and almost had an orgasam herself. The witch decided that she deserved it and slid her hand up under her dress and inserted a couple of her fingers. The witch now let out some of her own moans of pleasure while eating out Taylor. After a couple minutes of having Taylor's thighs squeezing against her ears, the witch had finished herself off. Nothing got her off like have a willing meal, let alone a virgin one who would happily slide down her throat.

Taylor was exhausted and had a tired grin on her face. Her chest was rising and falling while she caught her breath, her skin glistening in the light from the oil covering her flesh. The witch sat down for a few minutes to catch her breath as well and clean herself up a bit.

Once the witch composed herself she stood up and went to the end of the table so Taylor's feet were in front of her. Taylor noticed the witch staring at her feet so she wiggled her toes. "Are you going to eat me now?" Taylor had excitement and playfulness in her voice and when the witch nodded at Taylor, the witch could see Taylor's nipples get hard again. "Please eat me, I was born to be your dinner."

The witch smiled at Taylor and lifted her beautiful feet to her lips. The witch kissed each of Taylor's big toes before opening her mouth and sliding them in. Taylor watched happily while the witch's mouth expanded around her feet and ankles. Taylor felt her feet turn down the witch's tight throat and her calves started to disappear behind her lips. Taylor moaned at the feeling of her oiled legs being squeezed tightly together in the witch's mouth. The contrast of her skin being cooled by the oil versus the warm tightness of the witch's throat made Taylor the wettest she has ever been. The witch also was dripping down her own legs as she felt Taylor enter her mouth.

Taylor watched the witch push her knees into her mouth and she felt her toes and feet enter a wider area inside the witch. Taylor immediately got excited when she realized her feet were now in the witch's stomach. Taylor would have played with her oiled clit, but her thighs were squeezed together too tightly so instead she pinched and rubbed her oiled breasts and tits.

Taylors knees bent down into the witch's throat and her thighs started to slide into the witch's distorted mouth. The witch could already feel the tingle of her spell starting now that Taylor had started entering her stomach. The witch had to open even wider to fit Taylor's ass and hips into her waiting mouth. Taylor felt a shiver down her whole body because the witch slipped her tongue between her ass cheeks as Taylor slid deeper into the witch.

Taylor was in a state of pure euphoria while she was being eaten. As far as she was concerned, she was accomplishing her life goal by submitting her flesh to the witch. "Thank you so much for...ahhhh...eating me, this is a...mmmmm...dream come true." Taylor was only able to squeak out small phrases before she had to moan in pleasure and the witch appreciated how much easier it was to eat a virgin whole when they were willing. The unwilling ones would try to fight the whole way so they usually had to be unconscious, which wasn't as fun.

Once the witch got Taylor's hips passed her lips, she felt her stomach slide in much more quickly up to her breasts. Taylor's legs were now in the witches stomach and she felt herself needing to curl up tightly. The witch popped Taylor's small breasts into her mouth one at a time and quickly came up to her armpits. All that remained of Taylor outside of the witch was her arms, shoulders, slender neck, and head.

Taylor lifted her arms straight above her head to assist the witch in swallowing her. The witch stuggled to open her mouth wide enough to allow Taylor's shoulders to pass, but as soon as she did, Taylor felt herself slide more quickly down the witch's throat. Her legs curled inside the stomach and her hips were about to drop in as well. As she felt the witch's lips coming up her neck, she said "thank you for eating me, I love you." As her head passed in, Taylor kissed the witch's lip and curled herself into the fetal position while her arms slid down to meet the rest of her in the dark stomach.

Once Taylor's hands had passed the witch's lips, the witch slumped backd into a chair. Taylors felt comfortable and safe tucked tightly into the witch's warm stomach. She held her breath for as long as she could while she played with her pussy. Soon she felt the tingle of the witch's stomach acid start to work ok her flesh and she passed out quitely with a smile on her face. At that point, the witch felt the magic grow stronger and her stomach was churning now.

Soon after Taylor passed out, the witch felt her die and that is when the magic really started. Her stomach quickly dissolved Taylor's flesh and incorporated her young body into the witch's life force. The witch felt her stomach shrink while she took on a more youthful appearance. By time she was finished, the witch barely looked 18 and she knew the the virgin flesh would hold her this young for much longer than any non virgin like Tara's flesh ever could. She smiled knowing that she had years to worry about finding a new delivery boy to bring the next victim.