Excerpt: Trampled by Kali / Punished by the Goth-Punk Workout Witch
When Witch Stella takes Ben to her shine room, she summons the goddesses...
To my subscribers, I would like to offer you a 1,100-word excerpt from my newest novella: PUNISHED BY THE GOTH-PUNK WORKOUT WITCH. This new novella comes in two parts, and it tells the story of a man who is turned into a workout bench after harassing women at the gym. Later he learns his lesson and is freed by another witch, Stella, to be her servant—but Stella must learn a lesson, too, before she pushes her reformed boy too far.
Please take a look and read it if you like the premise or if you want to read more after reading this excerpt. You can also respond to this email and ask for a review copy if you prefer consuming it that way. Anyway, here we go with the excerpt from the shrine room (this is from PUNISHED BY THE WITCH):
The sun was almost down. It was time for Stella to do her craft.
"Ben, come here! I have to show you something."
She was sitting in her bedroom pointing at the door on the other side of the room, a door Ben had never seen opened.
"We're going into the shrine room. In order to enter, you must be at the naked at the end of my leash."
(There were a lot of things that Ben had to be naked and leashed for. He complied as usual.)
Stella grabbed the end of the leash and walked him at a leisurely pace. She did not try to pull him or make him stumble, as she might have if it was about humiliating Ben. The shrine room was for higher thoughts. It was going to be Ben's honor, in a very real way, to be used for her prayers, and she needed to treat the human pentacle with respect.
Stella led Ben into the pitch black room. She focused and channeled her energy, and she shot light from her fingers. It flew around the room and lit the candles hanging from the wall and ceiling. The room suddenly became bright, and Ben saw a large circle in the center of the floor with a pentagram star inside. With a longer look, he saw strips of rope fastened into the floor at the four lower corners of the pentagram.
"Lay down Ben," Stella said.
Ben looked around like an idiot. His confusion said he didn't know where he was to go. To be sure, the pentagram in the circle was elegantly carved into the floor, and Ben didn't know that he was worthy of laying on it. But that's what he was needed for.
"Lay down on the diagram. Is it that hard?" Stella directed him. "Arms on the upper horizontal line. Legs follow the vertical diagonal lines down to the edge of the circle."
The floor was cold. Colder, it felt, than the other rooms of the apartment. Ben arranged himself in position and felt an eerie heaviness pass through him like air. Stella took his left wrist, pulled it up into the space where it could be reached by the rope. She tied the rope around his wrist and pulled it tight, stretching on Ben's arm further than comfortable in the process. She tied all four ties around each of his wrists and ankles. He was in place, right on the lines of pentagram.
Stella picked up an orange candle in an ornate silver candle holder. She began a prayer.
"Oh, sacred Triple Goddess, the All Colors Goddess, the Goddess of the Sky and the Sea, the Goddess of the Sun and the Stars, the Goddess of the Mistress and the Slave, She who is Goddess of Birth, Love, and Death, please open your ears and your heart to my words of prayer.
Stella walked around the shrine and lit three large candles on three different shrines. While lighting the first, she said, "To Saraswati, the goddess of wisdom." She went to the center candle and said, "To Lakshimi, the goddess of creation and light." And then the last candle she lit was dedicated to Kali, the goddess of war and love. (War and love, one and the same, they are always governed by the same celestial queen.)
"Thank you for this boy you have provided me with. He is becoming more and more obedient. He has become capable of serving my needs.
"I come to solve my problem with another boy. It is Ari. I met him at the cafe where I work, and he said he would write a story about me. He has not done so. What is the problem with him? Am I not captivating enough? Is he not a good enough writer? I have seen his works on other women of the craft. He wrote them well. Please give the power to me to cast a creative spell upon Ari. Make Ari serve me in his art. Make him a slave to the task of producing a novella singing my praises."
Stella tilted the candle over Ben's left foot. From about four and a half feet up, where Stella was pouring, the wax wasn't too hot when it reached his foot. It actually felt kind of nice, like a hot shower. Stella went to her left foot and poured a couple of drops there, too. Then she went to his right foot and did the same. And to both of his hands. She got the four lowermost corners. She set a candle burning by itself at the top corner where Ben's head did not reach. But she needed to get the center of the pentacle, too. She needed to draw another pentagram on his chest. The larger and smaller pentagrams would both be aligned in the vortex of Mamon's power.
At first, Stella started out with the candle at the same height: about four feet over Ben's exposed white skin. Then she slowly lowered the candle. Ben could feel the temperature rising with each drop. The closer from which the wax is dropped, the less time it has to cool down in the air.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The wax sent jolts through Ben's skin. The candle came closer and closer until Stella was holding the candle almost straight down, just a couple of inches over the edge of his belly button. Ben gritted his teeth together, but he didn't close his eyes. He wanted to see Stella's stern, sexy face, as she coldly covered him with hot wax. Stella dragged the orange coloring stick down and across then back up at a different angle, all from the same height, leaving a trail of inescapably scalding wax over his skin in a pentagram pattern. Ben was thrashing in his ropes. Then he reached a state of advanced consciousness, and he stopped thrashing. The wax that had landed on him dried and was no longer hot. The pain subsided. Ben had survived the ritual.
Stella walked out the door and closed it. A lot of the candles went out the moment she left the room, but a few were left burning to give Ben light enough to see what was to come. "Stella? Stella?!" Ben shouted.
"Who are you shouting for?"
A deep woman's voice came from behind him. Ben could see a feminine body in blue skin with four arms come towards him. She was wearing all kinds of beautifully-crafted necklaces of gold and white beds, a wreath of flowers, and what looked like a necklace of human heads. Her hands were covered with blood.
Who is it? A goddess Stella summoned?
"You aren't Kali, are you?"
"Who were you expecting? The Easter Bunny? Stella called me when I was in the middle of defeating the demon armies. I am so full of passion, I must do my victory dance over someone. Will you be my Shiva?"
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