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The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch

Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Incest, Male / Females, Male Domination, Males / Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

her. When third period ended, she knew what to do, and headed for the biology classroom. On the way, Braiden accosted her. “Hey, Christy. I need to talk to you.” “What?” she demanded. “I'm busy. DECA stuff can wait.” “It's about your sack-of-shit boyfriend. I saw him Saturday night on a date with another girl. She was blowing him in the theater.” Aaliyah was the sort of slut that would blow a guy in the middle of a room. Braiden had a disgusting grin on his face, and she knew exactly why he was telling her this. She sighed, getting really tired of Braiden's constant passes at her. The asshole used to be Kyle's friend, until he started hitting on her. She loathed him so much. “I don't care, Braiden! I love Kyle, and I don't care what skank sucked his cock! And I'll never go out with such a loathsome toad as you! So stop trying to get in my panties!” His face paled, then red suffused it. She didn't care, and just pushed past him. “I love you, Christy!” he shouted. “Well I loathe you!” She rounded a corner, and left the disgusting creep behind, bursting into Ms. Franklin's classroom. The redheaded teacher smiled at Christy from her desk. The teen shuddered, that smile was full of possessive ownership. She so wanted free of the coven, but that could wait. She needed the coven right now. “I need to speak to you in private, Ms. Franklin.” The teacher glanced at the students filing in. “Let's go in to the lab, okay.” The biology lab was adjacent to the classroom. Made of rows of ... work benches, each with a built in sink and natural gas spigots for the Bunsen burners. Ms. Franklin locked the door leading to the classroom, then looked concerned at the teen. Christy realized that she most look like a sweaty mess after practically running here. “What's wrong, Amber?” The teacher always used her coven name. “I found the Genie!” she blurted out. “Where?” Greed burned in Ms. Franklin's green eyes. “She's here at the school.” Christy took a deep breath. Once Aaliyah was gone, everything would go back to normal. “Aaliyah Unmei.” The teacher frowned. “The new Sophomore transfer? I just had her last period. She's your boyfriend's wife, right?” The teacher's look became incredulous. “No, you're his fiancee now, right?” “Yeah.” Christy frowned. How did she know that? “That girl couldn't be the Genie,” the redheaded teacher dismissed. “I sensed no power from her.” “She is!” Christy insisted. “Don't you think it's weird that Kyle has a wife and a fiancee? And let's not forget Chyna, his concubine. When did you last hear of anyone having a concubine? This isn't bible times!” “What's so strange about that? Kyle is a great man, and their allowed to have more than one wife, and all the concubines he wants. I can understand that you're jealous. So just break up with him, but don't try and tell me that slip of a girl is a Genie.” “How did you know we're engaged? He just proposed to me this morning. And I haven't told anyone?” The teacher frowned. “Someone must of told me.” ...