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The Warlock's Revenge, Part 1

authors note: This is a work of fiction and contains scenes of extreme
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On now to the tale:

The Warlock, Part 1
The Power Trip


It was, in retrospect, bound to happen at some time. The spell had sat
in plain view for hundreds of years. The page on which it was written
had the most elaborate calligraphy and gilding of any of the others in
the grimoir, and so when the ancient tome traveled from city to city
in museums all over the world, it was always on that page that the
curators had open for display.

The book was part of a larger exhibit of medieval illustrations and
was itself just a minor piece. Nonetheless, thousands of people passed
by its case and oohed and aahed at its artistry and one would have
thought, in all that time, that someone with the forbidden ability
would have looked past the intricate illustrations and seen the actual
words for what they were: a spell of power.

But, museum to museum, city to city, year to year, people looked on in
oblivion and the power slept. In 1939, during the chaos of the early
stages of World War II, the train the exhibit was traveling on was
bombed and looted. The book disappeared.

* * *
Germany, 1998

Udo Von Reich sat alone in his study. The heavy drapes on the windows
were drawn and he had bolted the door to prevent intrusion. A
low-wattage bulb in an heirloom lamp provided the only light as he
contemplated his latest acquisition.

An antiquarian by trade, Udo had found himself drawn to the occult as
a young man when he had purchased his first book of spells in an
estate sale. There was not much real power or spells in that book, but
to Udo, it was a direct portal to the past, offering a glimpse into a
history that was not taught in the schools of his youth.

His curiosity inflamed, he began seeking out more and more of the
ancient texts, though never in all of his attempts did he make so much
as a minor cantrip work. The German youth's interest in magic
attracted the attention of a member of a German society of witches and
warlocks and Udo was initiated and given proper instruction in the
black arts. While his scholarly aptitude lent well to memorizing long
spells and understanding the complicated mechanics involved in the
theory and practice of magic, he himself was found to be lacking in
innate ability. Only the simplest spells were available to him without
the aid of another warlock.

Still, Udo had his uses, and remained in the society as historian.
Indeed, his knowledge and help were often crucial in the research of
old spells or the creation of new ones. However, as the years went
past and Udo passed from youth to middle-age, his hunger for power,
real power grew strong. 

The antiquarian became quietly jealous of his fellow warlocks and
witches and the trappings their power endowed them. Though they were
careful to be circumspect in public, fearing persecution, in private
amongst each other, the displays of wealth and luxury could at times
get excessive and boastful. Many wore rich clothing adorned with
expensive jewelry, others called forth sprites and imps to act as
servants, and Baron Von Staaten, the head of their society, often
paraded the beautiful young women of his "retinue."

Von Staaten was the man that Udo most respected and envied. The tall,
imposing baron had everything in life that the antiquarian had always
sought: respect, women, and wealth. He was also quite the most
powerful warlock in all of Germany, and that Udo lusted after even
more.

Udo Von Reich was a mere *pawn* in the other warlocks' eyes, but that
would soon change. He had kept up his antiques business, focusing
mostly on rare and valuable books, and that had providentially taken
him to an estate sale, not unlike that first estate sale so long ago.
This event took place in home of a once-prosperous family in the
German countryside outside of Heidelberg. The book had been the only
thing of personal interest that Udo had seen from the home of the late
Dieter Uberhoff; the other dealers were more interested in the artwork
that was speculated to have been wartime booty hoarded and hidden by
Uberhoff for the past fifty-plus years.

Udo had of course recognized it immediately as a spell book, but even
he was ready to  abandon it as pure gibberish and fraudulent until his
eye was caught by an arresting woodcut. It was quite intricate and
depicted a large man wearing only a cloak and a mask, surrounded by a
nimbus of light. At his feet lay a naked woman tied spread-eagled to a
pentagram. The woman's eyes were closed and her mouth was open in an
"O." A dotted line had been drawn from the man's erect and monstrous
member straight to her comically-gaping vagina. Words were inscribed
in a strange tongue at the perimeter of the pentagram and Udo slowly
recognized them as real words of power. He quickly glanced through the
spell on the accompanying page and sucked in a quick breath of air.
This book was not like so many others he had found over the years,
misguided or uninformed studies written by mediaeval scholars or
hoaxes written by charlatans: it was genuine, and it was powerful.

Udo was the only bidder for the book and took it home for little more
than thirty marks. He would have paid more, much more, even to the
point of bankrupting himself, but no one else saw it as anything more
than a poor example of thirteenth-century illumination.

And now he sat in his study, carefully going through the book, word
for word. Most of it was in French, a poor language for magic and thus
seldom used by real magicians in their writing. This is what had
caused the antiquarian to initially dismiss the book. But the words in
the wood-cut were in an obscure language older than the Roman Empire
and preserved and used only most knowledgeable of practitioners of the
black arts. This is what had sent Udo's heart racing and alerted him
to the grimoir's potential. The text that accompanied the strange
picture was also written in the same language. Of all of the members
of his society, none was more fluent in the Forbidden Language then
himself, but even Udo struggled through the spell, and the book, for
the better part of two months, but now the doors to perception were
opening up.

"It *is* a spell!" gasped Udo Von Reich in wonder. He read the passage
again in agitated excitement, eager to re-assure himself he was
correct. If he was, then this was an ancient and long-forgotten spell
that allowed for the permanent transference of magical power from one
person to another. Udo had, on occasion in the past, joined with
another practitioner to meld his knowledge and their power to cast
spells that neither would have been capable of alone. And always,
after the incantation was complete, the antiquarian tried to hold onto
the fading residues of his partner's power. But that power was always
temporary, and the opportunities were rare.

But the writer of this grimoir, a mage of awesome intellect and
ability, Udo surmised, had discovered a way to drain the magic from a
witch and add it to his own.

As the implications of his discovery raced though his brain, Udo Von
Reich sat back in his chair and planned for his future, a very bright
future.

***

Betina waited a bit impatiently for Udo to return. The young German
woman crossed over the study to a chair and plopped herself in it. She
wasn't sure why she was there, other than the antiquarian had
requested her help with a spell.

A witch herself, she had initially been placed under Udo's tutelage
when she had first been discovered and admitted to the Society. That
lasted only a few weeks, however, until Von Staaten was struck by the
beauty of the young witch and made her his "special" pupil.

Although she kind of liked Udo, Betina quickly gauged her talent, and
therefor her position in the society when she finished her training,
to be much higher than the bookish old man's would ever be. Still, it
never hurt to humor those beneath her, and it was said that his
knowledge was truly astounding and she had some plans of her own for
that knowledge.

"Ah, there you are, Betina!" 

Udo Von Reich strode in to the room with unusual vigor and his eyes
were alight with excitement. He was really not so old, the comely
witch reconsidered, younger than her own father perhaps, though easily
twice her own age of 22. A great black cape was draped over his thin
frame and a silver-trimmed cowl was pulled over his head, though she
could clearly see his face.

"Herr Reich, you know I am more than happy to help my first teacher,"
Betina paused and shrugged off a slight chill that reached down her
spine; she was used to men ogling her firm, trim body and generous
breasts, but for a second, Udo frightened her. The witch caught a
momentary glimpse of a hunger so deep and strong in the warlock's eyes
that went far beyond carnality, but then it was gone. She shook her
head, figuring she was imagining things, and continued. "I am happy to
help, but you have been very mysterious today. What kind of spell are
you working on? I insist on knowing."

"You insist?" The warlock looked amused. "But of course you do. No
good witch worthy of the name would ever lend their power to an
endeavor without knowing the reason.

"As you may be aware, I am constantly on the search for new spells and
knowledge to aid the Society." Betina nodded. "Recently, I have come
across a very old grimoir with some very interesting variations on
some spells which I have never considered, let alone seen, before. But
before I present my findings to Von Staaten and the others, I would
like to try out one of the simpler spells to see if they truly work."

"Is that why you asked me not to tell anyone of this?" Betina found
herself getting caught up in the mystery of the event. It was her love
of secrets and forbidden knowledge that had first placed her on the
path of the occult. Already, she was seeking a way to turn this to her
advantage. If the spell worked and the grimoir genuine, perhaps there
would be a way to convince Udo to keep the secret from the society a
little longer. It would definitely be worth it to share her power with
Udo more, or even let him fuck her, if it gave her access to power not
available to the others in the society. Betina was ambitious and saw
herself one day ruling the Society, not as Von Staaten's mistress, but
outright, as **head witch.***

"Good, yes, that is exactly why I have asked you not to speak to
anyone, not even your teacher, Von Staaten. I have copied the spell
for you here." Udo handed her a parchment with the spell meticulously
transcribed onto it. "As you can see, most of the spell is written in
the Forbidden Language. Please, feel free to examine and study the
spell while I make my final preparations."

Udo noted the slight downcast look in Betina's eyes when he mentioned
"Forbidden Language" and inwardly gloated. He had taken much time in
the choosing of an "assistant" for this spell and it was looking more
and more as if he had chosen wisely. Betina, though very strong in raw
talent, was a young and inexperienced witch. A more mature witch would
have asked more questions about the nature of the spell and would have
taken precautions and placed certain restrictions on Udo. They also,
of course, would have known instantly what the warlock was up to as
soon as they read the spell. But the buxom Betina was in the care of
Von Staaten and Udo was certain that most of the baron's instruction
took place in the bedroom. He was fairly certain she would be unable
to read much, if any, of the Forbidden Language. And that was the key
for this particular spell, for if she had any inkling what the spell
entailed, she would use her power to strike him down.

No, this particular spell was one that no witch would participate, at
least not willingly. For this spell, one of Power Transference, worked
in a hideous and repugnant way. As far as Udo could tell, the writer
of the grimoir was one Niklos The Mad, a Greek necromancer who had
lived in Constantinople. But though he was an extremely powerful mage,
it was for his intense interests in torture and sexual perversions
that Niklos was known as "The Mad" and he very well could have been an
inspiration for the Marquis de Sade. The Grimoir was the necromancer's
manifesto, detailing his research into combining all of his loves into
one, creating what he called "Arcanum Carnum": Sex Magic.

The particular spell that Udo would cast on this night would violently
tear away from Betina all of her magical talent and pour it into Udo.
But in addition to the spoken word part of the incantation, the spell
also called for, as written in the Forbidden Language, a sacrifice and
the physical joining of the two magic-users. Betina herself would be
the sacrifice. . .


Udo watched the girl closely as she struggled through the parchment,
then set it down on her lap and look up at him expectantly.

"I'm ready when you are, Master Von Reich." 

"You have no questions?"

"No sir; should I?" She said this rhetorically and Betina put on a
bored looked.

*She's trying to show me this is all routine for her! Excellent.* The
warlock had counted on the young witch's pride to keep her from
admitting her studies, and knowledge of the Forbidden Language, were
not where they should be. As Udo would be taking the lead in casting
the spell, it was not required that Betina actually understand what
she was reading, only that she could pronounce aloud correctly. And as
she would merely be repeating the lines after he said them, he had no
doubts about her being able to that much.

"Not at all, Fraulein, I just wanted to make sure you understood what
we were doing. But then, I'm sure you found the spell self
explanatory, ja?"

Betina assumed a haughty cast to her features and impatiently nodded
her head. "I am ready to begin, Herr Udo, when you are."

"Very well. I shall then light the candles," Udo paused and gestured
negligently with his hand and the candles at each point of the large
Pentagram carved into the stone floor, as well as those in the circle
surrounding it, leapt alight with small but steady flames. It was a
minor trick for Betina and other sorcerers, but it was all Udo could
do not to gasp for breath and break out in a sweat. This was the limit
of his own innate power, but not for long. . . "and we shall step
inside to begin. After you."

Together, the two entered the pentagram and stood facing each other,
only a few feet separating them. Udo held aloft a dimly glowing orb of
silver inlaid with pearl and Betina reached out to place her own hand
atop it. The ball, which Udo used as the focus for their combined
magic,  flared brightly as the witch and the warlock began their
incantation.

Three times they recited the spell and it seemed as if the air grew
heavy and pressed the two down. Betina wondered how many times they
would recite the spell before it worked, or what would happen if did.
She cursed her inability to read half of the spell, but felt she had
cleverly disguised that fact from Udo. After all, she only had to
repeat the words and lend her talent to the spell.

The young witch looked past the orb and at Udo's face and nearly lost
her place in the spell. The warlock's eyes glowed bright, burning with
a fire that was their own and not a reflection from the shining sphere
they held between them. An even brighter light was emanating from
beneath the heavy black cape he wore and Betina looked down, to where
the light seemed brightest. 

Betina tried to scream, to stop the spell, to stop the source of the
light, but her mouth, her voice, refused to respond to her and she
continued reciting the spell and her eyes were locked on the
terrifying sight. The bright light, she realized with sick feeling
that struck to the core of her being, was emanating from Udo's area
and she saw now that the warlock was naked underneath his heavy cloak.

Unable to stop herself from chanting, Betina released her hold on the
orb in an attempt to end the spell. But this too was to no avail and
the helpless witch realized that she had somehow been tricked; Udo no
longer needed the orb as she was the only one casting the spell. Over
and over she repeated the unknown words and watched as Udo's cock grew
larger and burned brighter with an evil green light. 

Too late, Betina tried to run, but Udo was quicker. With cat-like
reflexes, he struck out and grabbed her by the bodice of her gown and
brought her close to his body. The witch struggled to get away and the
silken material ripped, exposing her firm breasts, but Udo had already
grabbed her blond hair with his other hand.

"You are mine now, stupid cunt." Udo growled at her. With violent
savagery, the warlock brought Betina's head close and covered her
mouth with his own. There was much passion in the kiss, but no
pleasure and even still Betina was forced to continue chanting. "Would
that I did not need for you to continue casting the spell, little
witch, for I have so many other uses for the tart mouth of yours. But
I have more pressing needs now.

"A piece of advice, Betina: Never cast a spell you cannot read or do
not understand. But then, I guess you will never have the chance
again."

Betina stared at him in horror and her body, limp with fear and
defeat, sagged against Udo's. The rampant hardness of the glowing cock
presses against her pubis and Betina would have given anything to have
been able to scream at that point.

"You see, my dear, this spell you are so helpfully casting for me will
allow me to steal all you powers. Soon this magnificent cock you are
empowering will be ready and I will use it to rape you. Each time you
climax, a part of your power becomes mine until you are drained I will
have what I should have had from the first!"

*He's gone mad, truly mad!* Betina's mind raced with the horror of his
words. *Can he do this, can he really do this? What will happen to
me?*

"No longer will I need to beg others for help with my spells,
ingratiating myself to them" Udo continued and seemed to have
temporarily forgotten the half-naked witch dangling in his arms. "No
more will I have to endure their mocking eyes or watch them taunt me
with the excesses of their power. I will show them what real power is,
what it means to be a Warlock. Even your precious Baron Von Staaten
will tremble before me!"

Udo paused and looked down upon himself, and then at Betina. "It is
time." The warlock reached a hand upwards to the ceiling and spoke a
few words under his breath. Manacles, linked to heavy black chains,
swung into view and rested in his palm. Taking first one of her hands,
then the other, he fastened the manacles to her wrists, then released
the young witch and stepped back.

Her fear having sapped the strength from her limbs, Betina fell to her
knees and was held up only by her wrists, spread as far as her arms
would reach above the level of her bowed head. Two more chains were
summoned and she felt the cold bite of iron around her ankles. The
young witch looked up and saw a large square traced in the stone
ceiling with silver. it was maybe twenty feet to each side and placed
directly above the pentagram in which the two sorcerers stood. Each
end of a chain bolted into a corner of the mystical square.

The warlock, his cape now pushed all the way behind him, revealing his
entire nude body and monstrous cock, gestured one more time and the
ankle manacles began to retract back into the ceiling, pulling
Betina's legs out from underneath her and then up into the air. She
continued to rise till her legs, spread wide and taut, were of an
equal height to her arms. Betina's entire body now hung suspended on
an even plane about waist high for Udo. Her torn dress hung in tatters
from her tensed midriff.

Betina's limbs protested their cruel torture as gravity tried to pull
her frame down while the chains stretched her up. The intense pain
overrode her previous fear and the young witch tried to clear her
mind.  She tried to ignore her torturer's hands on her body, feeling
up her breasts and tweaking her nipples, erect from fear and
adrenaline. Fear gave way to anger, though, when Udo grabbed her dress
and finished the job he had already started, tearing it in twain so
that it fell to the stone floor. Betina had chosen not to wear panties
under her ceremonial robe, so now her sweat-slick body lay exposed to
the warlock's view. *How dare this puny little man violate me like
this!*

Betina felt Udo's hand travel down her stomach and stop at the valley
between her legs, his fingers dancing on the shaved skin. A red and
yellow tattoo of a family crest was inscribed above her slit. The
warlock saw this and grinned.

"Tell me, pretty one, did you welcome Von Staaten's sigil when he
placed it on your pussy, or am I not the first to claim you against
your will." Betina, still chanting, could not answer him, but he must
have seen her shame in her eyes for he nodded once and smiled again.
Udo and Niklos were not the only ones to practice sex magic, but Von
Staaten had only used his to ensure Betina's compliancy.

"This is all well and good, but I grow tired of these games and I am
impatient to have what should be rightfully mine." 

Udo stood between the captive witch's legs and she felt his cock brush
against the lips of her pussy. It glowed with a flickering variation
of green, blue, and yellow lights just under its translucent skin. It
had grown larger than the baron's cock, but more unnerving than its
length was its thickness, nearly that of a beer bottle. The head of
the warlock's cock looked to her like a plum. In spite of her fear and
anger at the oncoming rape, Betina felt an unwelcome arousal heat up
between her legs and her cunt moisten and open in anticipation.

Without further preamble, Betina felt the warlock's shaft part her
nether lips and, after a slight pause, ram into her defenseless pussy.
The witch pulled on her chains and arched her back in pain as the
firebrand of Udo's lust pierced her to the core.

The Warlock pulled himself out a little bit before thrusting into the
Betina again, then again and again. Each time Udo pushed into her
womb, his monstrous cock slipped further in. The witch began tensing
and relaxing her body in time to Udo's motion as a means to deal with
the pain, but finally the stroke came and she felt his hairy sack
bounce against her firm ass and she realized she was really thrusting
up to meet him. Her body was enjoying its defilement even if her mind
wasn't and the arousal that had centered in her belly spread
throughout her like a wild fire.

Fighting her body's reaction as strongly as she was, Betina was nearly
caught by surprise by her first orgasm. Small as it was, it signaled
that the warlock was winning the battle for her body.

"Yes! I can feel it, the power is in me. . ." 

Betina opened her eyes and saw that the strange light was now
surrounding Udo. He continued thrusting and the witch came again. This
time it was stronger and she watched the evil halo grow brighter
around her tormentor. *He's draining me dry!" She could feel her power
ebb and she became nearly mindless with the combined pleasure and
despair.

* * *

Udo wanted to cry out with triumph as he felt the power swell inside
of him with the bitch's latest climax. he had wondered, before he had
begun the spell, if he could last until after his captive had orgasmed
the last of her power away, and if his own climax would end the spell.
He knew now he need not worry. Though he felt the tightening in his
balls begin and the caress of Betina's tight cunt was indescribable,
the warlock felt like he could keep this up forever and only come when
he himself wanted to.

Stretching forth his hands, Udo began to knead the comely young
witch's breasts. They were as perfect as he had imagined and the
little pink nips stood up begging for his attention. He slowed up his
motion, going for slow, deep thrusts while he leaned forward and
brought a tit to his lips and began sucking. The warlock had just
taken the nipple between his teeth and pulling up when he saw Betina
struggle to bring her head up to look at him. Udo saw in her eyes a
mixture of fear, pain, pleasure, questioning, and hopelessness. Then,
her misty blue eyes clouded over and rolled back and her head dropped.

Momentarily frightened that she had died before he could finish
draining her power, he stopped his violation of her and grabbed her
hair to bring her face back up to his. Udo sighed in relief. Though
her voice had gone hoarse long ago from the constant chanting, her
mouth moved still, endlessly repeating the same formula he had given
her. Her eyes, though, were dead and only her body showed signs of
life as she continued to mindlessly hump against his cock still buried
deep in her pussy.

Satisfied that she was still of use to him, he resumed their drawn-out
love making. Soon the green glow around the warlock rivaled the sun in
its brightness and he knew the girl had only a little more to give
him. 

*One last orgasm, my dear* he murmured to himself. *One more, and the
spell will be complete.* He finally acknowledged his own penned-up
need for release and prepared himself to come when she did. Having so
much of Betina's essence in himself, Udo could read her body's
responses now as well his own and it was not long before he knew she
was ready.

Her pussy clamped tightly down on his engorged cock and then both
sorcerers orgasmed, Betina, for the last time, and Udo for the first
as he flooded her womb with his glowing green jism. He stayed that way
for a while, his back arched, pelvis still thrust into hers, the head
of his cock pressed against her cervix, caught up in the rapture, not
just of his sexual release, but of the totality of the young witch's
magical power now coursing through *his* veins. No longer would all of
the knowledge and theory contained in his brain be wasted! Now he had
power to rival most others; only a few in the society had more. 

The empowered warlock disengaged from his captive and he noticed that
his cock, no longer glowing, was coated not only in the witch's fluid,
but also some blood. Udo reached forth his right hand and traced
something on the smooth skin just above her open slit, then snapped
his fingers. The manacles holding her up opened and released her and
she fell, bonelessly, to the stone floor.

For just a moment, Udo stood thus over the comatose witch, his heavy
cloak and hood once again hiding most of body in contrast to the nude
form at his feet, her now silent mouth gaping slack on her ashen face
to mimic that other mouth of hers, between her silken thighs, which,
so cruelly stretched just moments before, still lay obscenely open.

Then the moment was gone and Udo walked away, knowing without having
to see that Von Staaten's tattoo no longer marked Betina's bald pussy;
in its place, standing pat in black and vibrant silver, was the image
from the woodcut that first attracted the warlock's attention to
Niklo's Grimoir.

To Be Continued

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