Chapter 148: The witch's master 003

"I'm Leslie," she replied.

"I know," Lilith answered.

"How could you know that?" Leslie asked in surprise

"I know lots of things about you," she replied mysteriously. "I have waited a long time for you to come."

Leslie was a little freaked out by this, but she just smiled politely and let Lilith show her to the phone. One call, then she could leave.

Lilith led her to a massive bedroom, the bed large and ornate. She turned to her, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I'm sorry," she stated, "but my only phone is here in the bedroom."

"That's okay," Leslie replied, just wanting to get her call in and get out. But still, she couldn't help but notice that her she was, in a bedroom with this beautiful woman. Quite on its own, her eyes surveyed Lilith's lithe form, the way her smooth legs moved, the elegant curve of her hips, the enticing slimness of her midriff, the way her skirt rode up, exposing so much of her soft, firm thighs ..... 'Stop it!' she yelled silently to herself. She had never thought such thoughts about a woman, especially one she knew nothing about.

Lilith stopped at the bed, pointing to the phone on a table next to her. "Here it is."

"Thank you," Leslie said, trying to slip past Lilith, finding herself brushing past the slim, sexy woman. She felt their bodies press close as she slid past, the woman's body warm and smooth. Leslie could feel Lilith's body and her body reacted, heating up. She slipped by and found it difficult to breath as she turned away, picking up the phone to call a tow truck.

She had no idea that Lilith was so close until she felt the warm breath of the other woman against the nape of her neck. Leslie shivered in overwhelming desire as Lilith whispered softly into her ear, "I'll go make us a couple of drinks." The woman's lips brushed briefly against her earlobe and Leslie trembled,. She could feel the wetness between her legs. When she turned, there was no one there.

Leslie tried to call, but found that she couldn't concentrate long enough to remember the number. She hung up the phone and turned as Lilith brought in two large glasses of red wine.

"Here you are, my dear," Lilith said, handing Leslie one of the glasses. "This should help you relax."

Leslie wanted to tell Lilith that she didn't like wine, but found she couldn't say anything. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she brought the glass to her lips, taking a drink of the sweet, sensual, dark liquid.

Lilith sat down on the bed and her hand caressed the bed next to her. "Here," she spoke, "come sit with me."

Once more, Leslie's mind seemed to detach from her body as she sat. Lilith moved closer, her face close to Leslies. Leslie looked at her lips, so deep and full. So soft and sweet. 'What is happening to me?' she thought. But she couldn't stop. Her head swam with erotic images as she looked at this gorgeous woman. The aroma of Lilith's perfume made her head swim more. Unsure of what to do, Leslie took another drink of the sweet, sensual wine.

Lilith pressed close, her full lips nearly brushing Leslie's trembling lips. Lilith's hand reached up and took the wine glass from Leslie's trembling hand. Her lips moved and pressed to the soft moistness of Leslie's lips. Leslie's body trembled and she felt light headed. Lilith's lips were sweet and moist and delicious. She opened her mouth and Lilith's tongue slipped into her mouth, taking her with the dominant kiss she gave her. Leslie was utterly overwhelmed and fell back to Lilith's pressure. Soon her head came to rest on the soft, luxurious pillow and for several minutes, there was no sound but the soft, moistness of their kissing as Lilith slowly and completely explored Leslie's sweet mouth.

Their moist lips parted with a thin stream of saliva connecting them. Leslie shuddered in overwhelming sexuality. Lilith smiled at her and Leslie shuddered again. She felt Lilith's hands slide down her body, down the sides of her full breasts, down the slimness of her waist and over the swell of her hips.

Leslie could feel an overwhelming exhaustion come over her. She tried to keep her eyes open, but with each blink, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Lilith began to chant, her hands still on the curves of Leslie's hips. "Tuwan, varith, colum, varnu!" she chanted loudly. Leslie felt hands inside her, exploring her insides. She felt them press into her vagina, poking roughly at the thin membrane of her hymen. She felt them poke at her womb, exploring and prodding. Leslie felt a growing fear, 'What was happening? What was she doing to her?' but her eyelids became heavier still, and she couldn't keep them open.

As Leslie fell into an unnatural sleep, Lilith smiled triumphantly. "She's a virgin!" she crowed. Her smile became evil, "She's ripe!"

Slowly, Leslie regained consciousness, her eyes flittering open. She couldn't see very well, the room covered in deep gloom. She could tell she was laying on a hard surface, a table that felt like stone. She tried to sit up and realized that she was held down, her wrists chained over her head.

She felt a hole open in her stomach, a slow loop of fear as she struggled vainly against the heavy iron manacles. "Help, please!" she called out in terror.

"No need to shout, my dear," a hard, feminine voice spoke from one dark corner. "I can hear you just fine." Leslie turned her head and looked at the person who spoke, recognizing Lilith immediately.

"Please, let me go!" she begged in despair as she struggled vainly against the heavy iron manacles that chained her to what she now realized was an altar. "Please, I promise I won't tell anyone, just please let me go!"

Lilith stared down at the helplessly struggling woman. She wore a luxurious black silk dress, her body deliciously displayed by the sparse, nearly see through fabric. Her long hair, the same deep shade of black as her dress, hung down over her sleek shoulders as she gave a cruel sneer to the beautiful young victim, chained helplessly to the altar for sacrifice.