Witchcraft of the Sermon Sisters 2
It was nightfall, and we were going to sleep. During the night, I woke up to use the restroom. As I returned to my room, I stumbled upon Abigail’s journal. I read it cover to cover and was spooked by her. I didn’t want to invade her privacy, but something in my heart told me to. I couldn’t believe it. She was accusing actual witches of being the only witch in the world. She wanted to hold onto the power only for herself. She was also suspicious of me and mentioned I was from the future. I came here through the means of a portal. The book I came with was a portal! I completely forgot about that book. It must be my way of going home.
“What do you think you are doing, Alice?”
Abigail stared at me with her cold eyes, and my soul shivered from the dark aura.
“I always knew there was something wrong with you, Abigail. You are a traitor to every witch.”
“You fell for everything so easily. You call yourself a witch?”
“I am a witch, more than you will ever be. Why did you even teach me if you wanted to expel witchcraft?”
“Because there is a familiarity with you like I have known you. Almost like a past life.”
“I don’t feel the same way, Abigail.”
“Quit calling me that. My real name is Artemis Sermon.”
That was my surname. It all made sense. I am a descendent of Artemis.
“I can see you solving the puzzle. Yes, we are family, so I thought you would be different. I wished we could rule the world together, but you only care about doing the right thing.”
“It’s over Artemis. I am done helping you. What are you going to do now, kill me?
“Well, I am just getting started. Witches can’t hurt each other. It goes against the forbidden laws of magical nature. I have something more sinister for you?”
She screamed as loud as possible and ran outside. I chased her.
Everyone in Salem came outside, bewildered by Artemis’s cries.
“What is going on, Abigail?”
She started crying, “I’ve seen her do it. I’ve seen the dark powers she possesses. I saw what she did to John. She was jealous and would do anything to divorce him and Elizabeth. I was so scared because she threatened me. She said she would mutilate my body and feed my eyeballs to her wicked, black cat. After what she did tonight, I needed to stand up for myself.”
Everyone angrily looked at me, “You did that to John and ruined his marriage. You made his penis beyond miniature?”
I was at a loss for words but stood my ground, “No, Abigail is the one who did all of this. I had nothing to do with–
“Save it. Your time is over. I hope you enjoy burning in Satan’s solitary inferno.”
I screamed and ran as fast as I could into the forest. I heard them running after me, but they lost me because it was so dark. I started crying and just kept walking alone. I kept walking until I found a cave. I came across John.
“John, is that you?”
“Alice, what are you doing here?”
“Abigail accused me of witchcraft, so I left the village. A mob was chasing me.”
He looked frightened, “Are you a witch?”
“I am, but I am the good kind, I swear.”
“I believe you.”
I held out my hands and created a bright fire. He was still completely naked, and I couldn’t help but peek at his little, tiny penis. It was incredibly small, and it took everything in me not to laugh in his face. I mean, it was a micro-willy tucked away from the scary world.
“Abigail did this to me, didn’t she?
“She did it because you rejected her.”
“Whoa, now, she rejected me. I liked her when we were kids; I was pretty unattractive. One day, I magically was beautiful. Don’t tell anyone, but when I was a young adult, I made a magical journey to the ‘Oasis of Wonder.’ It is where you are granted one wish if your heart is pure. I desired to be handsome, and it was given. I didn’t fear my reflection anymore. It was an arduous journey, but after, Abigail wanted me. But there was something off about her. I could feel a dark presence when I was around her. I didn’t want to be with her because she treated me horribly. It made her ugly and undesirable. I guess she wanted revenge.”
“I am so sorry. I had no idea. It was the ultimate revenge because your penis is despicable. It is the tiniest thing I have ever seen. It is like a little gherkin with two grapes for balls.”
He looked ashamed, “Yes, I know.”
I laughed and murmured, “Even though it is the funniest thing ever, I may be able to reverse it.”
“Yes, please. Do whatever you need.”
“We have to leave then.”
I saw him get up and saw his little penis jiggle. We walked back to the place where the spell was mustered. It was so cute and humiliating for him. I couldn’t stop laughing and poking fun at his micropenis the whole trip there. What a little baby with a penis so tiny.
I asked him, “If this doesn’t work, what will you do?
“Then there is no place for me here anymore. I will be cast away because my wife won’t enjoy my little willy.”
“You are emphasizing your wife too much. No woman will want something so tiny near them. They deserve to feel something, not be tickled by a baby boy pretending to be a man.”
“You are right. I am praying to god this works.”
I recreated the spell but needed one more thing for this to work. I needed his semen.
“The only thing I need is a sample of your semen.”
“You want me to ejaculate my little penis?”
“It is the only thing that will work, so hurry up. Get that little shrimp hard.”
He grabbed his baby dick and tried to jack himself off. Nothing was happening.
After tugging on his cock, he finally gave up, “It’s not working. I don’t know why.”
“Stop thinking about how significantly minuscule and uproarious it is. We both know it’s the same size as a little pumpkin stem, but you don’t need to be embarrassed. There is nothing wrong with having a non-existent nub secreted inside your balls. I know it is hard for you, but you better do something, or it will always be that clit-like size. Do you want that?
He angrily said, “No, I don’t, obviously. You aren’t helping.”
“Don’t you dare give me a tone like that? You aren’t the one calling the shots here, tiny. I am. I could perform a spell so that you will have nothing between your legs. Let me remember the words, and your itty bitty problem will disappear–”
“No, I would rather have a pinky-toe pee-pee than nothing.”
I looked at his inappreciable crotch, “I mean, it’s basically nothing, but I get what you mean. This might help.”
I walked up to him and grabbed his little dicky with two fingers. I rubbed the little head with my pinky, much bigger than his soft, little penis. Seeing his little charmed tee-tee react in such a scared and frightful way was endearing. I could tell his newborn penis was resistant to my touch. I didn’t realize the spell also made his libido drop to zero. He really was a silly caricature of a man. I could barely see his cocklette because it hid from me in his forest of pubes. I felt more lost trying to find it than in the actual woods.
“Do you have a map or something?”
“I am having trouble finding your inverted, pitiful penis. It keeps hiding from me. Come on out, little guy. Don’t be shy. Mommy’s not going to hurt you.”
I found it curled inside him, with little to no breathing room.
“Ahh. There is mister tiny. He is just so cute. Your pubes are getting in the way. It’s drowning in it.”
I repeated a spell, and all his pubic hair was naturally shaved off.
“There we go, now we can actually see it. I can see what I am working with. I think this will help.”
I removed my top and showed him my savory breasts. Since I could easily find it, I grabbed his tiny, hairless one-inch penis. I grabbed it with two fingers and slowly stroked his shaftless wee-wee. It was challenging, but I continued until he was boned up at 1.8 inches. I started giggling at how little the undersized little Nicky grew.
“Finally, he is awake. Let’s go. Come on, baby penis, let’s see you squirt your little juices for mommy.”
I enjoyed watching him struggle to achieve an orgasm since it was almost impossible after his spell. His little head was wet, and I could see the fresh pre-cum drooling out of his meager willy. I easily put the entire thing in my mouth to taste his revived dicklette. I swirled it in my mouth and felt the warm sap dripping down my throat. I never thought a man would so turn me on without a penis. I felt like a lesbian then and imagined making love to another woman. It felt more appropriate to identify that way because of how mouthwatering his pencil-like clitty was. I felt powerful because I had the upper hand over this desperate sissy.
I whispered to him, “This is the smallest penis I have ever seen. I can’t believe I am making love to a man without a penis. You must be so embarrassed knowing a woman younger and smaller than you is dominating your little millimeter monster. It’s like a baby’s thumb, only smaller. You have no control in this situation but to clamber to my every word, obey what you are told, and submit as the dickless creature you are.”
That put him over the top, and he began screaming. His little guy was erupting volcanoes of hot semen. I was laughing as his little penis impressed me with his enormous load. I collected his yummy seed and dropped his semen in the spell. A puff of magical rainbow smoke covered him, and his micropenis became a glamorous, giant dick. This is what it was before.
He looked down and smiled, “I am back. My penis is the impressive size it was. Thank you so much, Alice.”
He hugged me.
“Now, go back to your wife, and become a father as you’ve always wanted. Could you tell everyone Abigail Williams is to blame? Her real name is Artemis. A journal in her house describes in detail what she did. Could you find it and clear your name? She should be punished, not you.”
I heard someone step on a twig on the ground, “Is that so?”
It was Artemis, but her natural form appeared. She had black eyes, and her skin was sickly pale. She had black veins around her entire body like a human manifestation of a raven. Her voice felt monotone but eerily demonic.
“How did you know where we were?”
“Once a witch casts her spell, she can feel the vibrations of the land. I could feel you recreating another spell.”
Artemis looked at John’s giant cock, “I see you learned how to reverse the spell I created.”
“It wasn’t hard. You could barely handle it.”
She zoomed past me and grabbed John by the neck, “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
“No, John. Artemis, stop!”
I felt a warmth from behind me, and a magical aura filled the forest. At the same time, John disappeared, and Artemis lay on the dirty ground in agonizing pain.
I looked behind me to see what summoned this spell. It was my grandmother.
“Grandma! What are you doing here? What’s going on?”
“I died, but I have always watched over you. You seemed so lost without me, so Ms. Clark gave you that book so that you could write your own story. I have known her for some time now. For some, they write their own story, but your powers serve as a portal. You changed fate as we know it. I sent John back, where he will clear his name, and Artemis will be rightfully executed for her repulsive character. While she may survive, I took her powers away. She is the unfortunate omen of our family, and I tried traveling back in time to rewrite our family’s misfortunes, but I wasn’t strong enough. Not like you. You found yourself here, and all will be changed. Artemis stigmatized the dark arts, so people decided not to practice them to save themselves. I don’t blame them, but it makes me sad.”
I asked her, “How are you using your powers here? You never used them when you were alive.”
“Same goes for you. Coming back to this place resurrects the power we lost. Something about this place haunts me in a good way.”
“How did you pass away? Your death was unexplained.”
“I tried to make the journey through time, and it hurt my heart too much.”
“I am really sorry.”
Artemis woke up and howled, “I will not be defeated. I am the greatest witch of all time.”
“It saddens me that you are one of us, a Sermon sister. The Sermon sisters were the first witches to pass down their teachings of scientific magic. You tried to erase our existence. But it’s over. Your powers are gone.”
She squealed, “I will kill you both.”
I looked at her, “Go ahead and try.”
My grandma looked at her with sorrow, “Honey, there is always a price when it comes to magic. The price you pay, after what you did to John, is you will never experience an orgasm ever again. That is what you deserve.”
Artemis looked at the starless sky and screamed, echoing through the entire forest. The rain started to fall, followed by violent thunder.
“Come, Alice, we need to find safety. I know just the place. Her eyes glowed a dark red, and an elaborate spiral staircase appeared underneath the ground. We reached the bottom and walked through a dark tunnel. The walls were filled with screaming spirits.
“This is the ‘Hallway of Between.’ This is where evil witches go. It’s a place of everlasting stillness where they are stuck with time, unable to go anywhere. You can hear their cries of forgiveness seeping through the walls.”
“Wow. What a grim fate.”
“Don’t ever fall to the darkness.”
We reached what looked like an ancient catacomb. It was an underground cemetery consisting of a subterranean gallery with recesses for tombs meticulously constructed by the first witches. Now I know where the Catacombs of Paris felt inspired.
“This used to be the headquarters, right?”
“That is correct. It was actually called the ‘Interconnected Plane,’ a place for witches from all over the world to gather. It was also a safe haven if witches were ever in trouble. Now it is used as the catacombs for good witches murdered to preserve their spirit in the afterlife. It is called ‘The Catacombs of Mágissa.'”
We walked to the heart of the catacombs.
I shrieked, “My book. It’s here.”
“This is where we will part ways.”
She held my hand and hugged me.
“I will see you one day. I love you so much. Call to the book and harness your power.”
I saw my grandmother disappear into bioluminescent butterflies.
“Bye, grandma. I will see you one day.”
I held the book and closed my eyes. Once I opened my eyes, I was back in my room. I was in my old room in New Orleans.
Grandma walked into my room, “Hello Alice, I told you I would see you again. Because you made the journey and changed history, I never tried myself, so I lived. Now, the world embraces witchcraft and wizardry. We don’t have to hide who we are anymore.”
I looked outside and could see people openly practicing magic. It was a wonderful moment, and I couldn’t wait to try magic myself properly. I saw the book on my desk, and it told my journey in the Hallow Forest. We were no longer oppressed and could have our freedom. Even though Artemis was awful and wanted to destroy us, she taught me a valuable spell. If any man ever messes with me, I know the perfect spell. Happy Hallow-little-weenie!
To Be Continued…?
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