Synopsis: Sarauk is influenced by the Demonic powers she is studying. She attempts to teach one of the arrogant vessels a lesson.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 16: It seems to go with the job

 

Stirring unwanted and very dark memories, the wind continued to howl. These were memories the young witch would rather have left unbidden. This evening somehow reminded her of another night, one not so very long ago, the night her entire life had been changed irrevocably.

With the wind echoing about her in the darkness, thoughts of that night filling her mind, Sarauk glided silently across the room. Pausing only a moment before the bar, the teen deliberately poured two thick fingers of a smooth, well-aged Kentucky Bourbon in a glass then added two small ice cubes. Swirling the dark brown liquid about the bottom of the glass, the sensual brunette noted that alcohol seemed too quickly becoming her best friend. With a small shrug, she wondered, Why th' hell not? It seems to go well with the job!

Closing tightly her dark eyes, the Egyptian tried vainly to blot out the insidious imagery. Once again, just as Bel-Har-Kel had done for so many nights since that night, he impregnated the entire place with his demonic essence. It seemed as if her womanly sensibilities were of no consequence. The winds blew and the memories flowed…she trembled. Bel Har Kel was not one to ignore! And He wanted her to remember, again! The sapphire ring she now wore on her ring finger as a 'wedding ring' signifying her as his became warm and tingling. No, he was not to be ignored!

A soft desperate groan escaped her as fearful unwanted scenes continued to flash through her mind. Unbidden visions came vividly, as if across a movie screen placed before her eyes. Her beau du jour, Armand Hammer, a true sexist, as well as skeptic, had laughed heartily scoffing, "It's all just in good fun, isn't it?" In this way Armand had agreed to the wild idea, that a male to female transformation might be entertaining. In the end it had been his dare that convinced her to perform the ritual. Well, I wonder if Danielle still finds it so entertaining.

Sarauk had been studying Demonic Magic, as opposed to the Wicca, for several years before and months while dating the arrogant ultra male Armand. It had occurred to her, during their time together, that a man such as he was, would have to become a woman to fully appreciate the female experience. With that in mind, in her arrogance, she had decided to practice some of that which she had learned, to teach her lover a lesson he'd not soon forget.

The teen, since coming to the US, like so many of her collegiate friends, had become a semi-regular patron supporting Bernie's Bayou Blues Club, a restaurant cum nightclub cum magician's workshop. There were a number of her new friends that had greeted the prospect of participating in a gender transformation with genuine enthusiasm. This spoke of demonology, and everyone knew Sarauk was one of the local experts when it came to demons and demonic lore. The management of the Club had by then grown quite accustomed to impromptu displays at the whim of some of their club patrons.

To set the proper scene, the tables in the club had been re-arranged, a pentagram had been laid on the dance floor, candles had been arranged and lit, and the lights had been lowered. With her frame of mind akin to reverence, Sarauk had removed a sacred Book of Shadows from an old, hand-carved, solid Oak box with a padded white satin lining. The age of the text was older than the foundations of the modern world.

The young girl had asked her 'volunteer,' "This will be a complete transformation from the male to a female. The male will be required to willingly sacrifice his manhood and for a time accept fully the mantle of womanhood.

"The sacrificial male will have to willingly lay naked in the center of the pentagram while allowing me to transform him into a woman.

"The spell will last for only a day, if and only if, the male be truly a male.

"If he is not truly a male, in the sense that if this male has ever had sexual relations with another male and he has acted as a female by allowing a male to penetrate his body, and he should deny the act, the male will suffer the serious consequences of his speaking falsehood."

While speaking, the girl had been very deliberately, very pointedly glaring at her beau, issuing a silent challenge.

Armand, truly the personification of the 'Doubting Thomas', had laughingly accepted.

Sarauk, in seriousness, once again cautioned him that if he were not true of heart, he would be cursed and would suffer dire penalty. "Bel-Har-Kel appreciates a good jest as much as any Demon, but he does not appreciate being lied to and he will know your dark truth, Armand Hammer!"

"This being all in fun," Armand had laughed again - he had never believed in The Craft - "why wouldn't I want to be a woman? I think I'd be a good maid. Besides, being the slut might be fun!" Such was the man's attitude; women were no more than maids and sluts, here on earth to be used by men. Even after his being warned of the dire consequences, he continued his bravado. Thus the man had decided his own future.

Solemnly swearing to never having had sexual relations with a man, even to swearing to never even wanting a man's organ inside him, Armand stripped and took his place in the pentagram. Once inside the Sacred Circle, again cautioned against bearing falsehoods, Armand was carefully questioned and again denied carnal knowledge of a male.

Sarauk had been exquisite in her performance of the stereotypical "witch", coldly making certain he knew what was to happen. The girl had become fully the Guardian; no one, including The Master, could bring forth reasons to deny her knowledge of the darker demonic mysteries of The Craft. She'd gone on to explain to Armand the curse, if he lied he'd become a woman permanently, become a maid and a slut as well.

Adrenalin had coursed through Sarauk's veins; her heart had pounded hard inside her heaving chest. The very real possibility that this man, though he was purely and simply a macho pig, could become a female, a slut, a maid, caused an immediate spark of pure grief. The Demon Bel-Har-Kel had warned her, "in order for the ritual to work properly, the male you choose has to be pure in mind as well as body to return to manhood. If the man has harbored even the smallest thought of having sex with another male, let alone he has ever had another male and denies it, well, so mote it be!"

While a small shudder coursed her spine, Sarauk had intoned, "With the threat of The Power of The Master before thee, I ask thee a final time, hast thou ever had any sort of sexual congress with another man?"

"What? Do I look to be the queer? Get on with this charade, girl! Show us all just how powerful you can be, girl!" He laughed again with contemptuousness and mocking humor. "I can't wait to hear your excuse explaining to us all why you spell did not work!"

Suddenly Sarauk had hated the very thought of this male-superior prig going through life without experiencing the problems of womanhood. "So mote it be!" The air within the club had suddenly turned cold, or had it just seemed to get cold?

Armand had enjoyed Sarauk because she was willing to do anything to please him, or the man she was with at the moment, as a woman should; on her knees and begging for more.

Because he was naked, Armand had dared not dwell on thoughts concerning what he would like to do with the busty 'witch' working over him. Then, quite suddenly as she spoke and lifted her arms in supplication, the atmosphere inside the club had changed, becoming rather chilly. Armand surveyed the room, looking at the selection of different tits and pussies and wondered how many of the women in the room he would be able to seduce now that they had all seen his mighty whang. Hell, all this witch business is, is an excuse for a bunch of swingers finding new reasons to fuck each other's beaux.

Armand had begun dating Sarauk because her position within her coven required her to consume huge quantities of "male essence" and he dearly enjoyed a good blow job. Hell, they're all just a bunch of cocksuckers, nothing more. All of them are just tramps, always sucking men off, because they believe sperm gives them special power to perform magic. What a crock! Sluts, all of them, the thought echoed through his mind. Witches my balls! Hell, they're just like all other women, sluts and maids, created to serve man.

The Guardians took their places at the cardinal points and the participating audience had stood in a tight circle around the pentagram containing the altar upon which the naked man lay. They'd joined hands, began the ritual chant in soft sing-song, the sacred words of the ancient spell lifting high above their murmur. Armand was waiting, wondering when the others would strip. He wanted to see the prospects this bunch of loons contained. He'd have a field day, several in fact, following this idiocy!

Removing powders from a series of porcelain jars, Sarauk had began chanting another sacred, not from the Demonology, verse, all the while liberally sprinkling the powder over Armand. Slowly, the light had gone out completely and in the center of the pentagram something eerie had begun to glow. Sarauk had spoken in Latin, mouthing the words from The Book. The group had started to stir, had unclasped their hands, and sat down in the lotus position.

Each had reached out for the other, forming an unbroken circle. There were a great many gasps of surprise echoed throughout the room. Sarauk had ended by calling out, "Rise woman and rejoice in your femininity!" Startling some, a naked woman had risen from the low altar in the center of the pentagram; her body glistened with perspiration, her eyes filled with lust. Naked and unashamed she walked over to Geoff with strong strides, brutally shoving the blonde sitting beside him aside.

"Normally I'd get twenty-five bucks for this, but you, baby, I'll do for free tonight." She had then kneeled down before him between his legs, swiftly ripped open his pants and grabbed his rigid manhood. The new girl pumped it a few times before shoving it into her mouth. She began sucking. Expertly, as if she'd done it all her life, she sucked and teased him. Suddenly, as Geoff groaned, the realization of who she was and what she was doing had overcome her. Painfully aware of his new life, Armand had understood he'd become a girl, and that she was sucking a man's cock, which had meant that Sarauk had been very successful in her casting of the transformation spell.

Although the import of the ignored and scoffed at warning stunned him, the bit of him that was yet male, knew what he had become, a woman, and a slut, knew this woman he was now forced him to continue pleasing this man. That bit of male within began to pray; surely the spell will soon wear off, yet that same bit of male wondered, why does it seem so natural to be doing this? I think only a woman would do this! The dwindling bit of male within dared to remember he'd once performed fellatio and that he'd found it not all that unpleasant. Because he'd found pleasure performing the perverted act, he'd begun acting all the more masculine. Now, as it seemed there was no longer any reason to continue acting the part of the male, it could only mean performing as a female was the thing to do.

When she had finished with Geoff, Sarauk had managed to get the new girl dressed. As they waited for the car to arrive, the young witch was beside herself. She had lost her vessel, but she had gained a maid.

That had been weeks ago. The house she lived in with her 'adopted' grandmother seemed never in disarray with Danielle there. For a brief moment, Sarauk had fallen in love with the girl during her transformation. She had taken the new girl home with her. She had been there ever since. Sarauk had confessed all, and Janet had tried to return Armand to manhood, but so far had been unsuccessful.

Janet Wainwright was puzzled as to what exactly happened, yet continued to work to transform Armand back. There seemed some sort of resistance to her efforts. Armand remained as Danielle through all the elder's best efforts. It had taken several attempts before she realized that deep within Armand was happy as Danielle and did not want to return to being Armand.

Sarauk swirled the amber liquid in her glass. She smiled and pressed a button on the wall next to the light switch. When the girl in the mid-thigh French maid uniform appeared, she said, "You may run my bath, Danielle."

The girl bobbed a quick curtsy, said, "yes, Ma'am," and hustled off to do as told.

Janet, entering the parlor and watching the girl go, told her student, "After all is said and done, he may be a slut, but a good maid is damned hard to find.

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The End of Part 16, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 17 next.

  

  

  

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