Sean stared downward unto the short elderly witch that was much older then anyone at the party “that for me to know.”
“What I was seeing between the two you are that she becoming a full female in time and your becoming a male” Hops said annoyed by this, caring for Velma/Sean welfare.
In this nightmarish plagued unto the real Sean Smith and not the imposter “when that happens, your going to steal all her enchanted powers to yourself to become a WARLOCK and her becomes mortal to die a female, SHAME’S ONTO YOU, PRINCESS AVALON!”
“Hey, like the old saying goes, like is a Bitch and someone always get shafted in the end.”
“Well talking about black hearted soul. Welcome to Ms. Hops out coming party Morgana” Sean/Velma said to the wickedest witch that ever been born to shame the witches council “Is that not right, Ms. Hops that should take me off the hook for the rest of the night.”
“What are you doing here, Morgana” Hops snaps right at her “you’re NOT stealing any appetency’s souls tonight?”
“Hops my dear, relaxes, I’m just here for the cocktails that all” Morgana said in a devilish smile of pure lies “besides I came late and you know I can’t use my magic properly inside this shop of yours, so relax and enjoy the party.”
Hop and Smith, watched she mingle with the rest of the Witches and avoided all the apprentices like the plague for the rest of the night, Sean whispered to the old lady “does you believe her?”
“Even if Hell freezes over, I still would not believe or trust her” Hops replied with fire coming out of her facial orifices’; knowing her longer then time
Several hours later, after everyone departed Velma/Sean decided to walk home on her own still dressed in the school uniform that she was suppose to change back into street garments.
Unbeknownst to everyone, but the apprentices that stared into the mirror like her, she was still underneath a hypnotic section trance of telling where to go afterwards of the party, besides home.
“Why am I standing in front two of this gothic looking house for and not my own” the tried teenager heard another voice to be obeyed rings the bell and enter of your own free in slavery too, your new mistress
Doing so, she waited to see a very tall female dressed in black leather and latex cat suit “welcome another pigeon, do your wish to cross my threshold of your own free will. If so, first tell me who you are and whose your mentor, would be, Slave?”
“Yes, Mistress Morgana I do so come of my own free will and my name is Velma Victoria Jones-Smith, my teacher is Ms, Hops, may I enter?”
“Oh yes you may, especially Hops little Girl would be my special bed warmer” The Witch step aside to let the teenager inside, still in a trance “now, I want, you disrobe everything and go upstairs to take a hot soap oily bath then wait for my return in my bed and prepare yourself for me sexually and desirable, now go while I tend to business downstairs in breaking a few apprentices in.
Velma did as told disrobing everything off while going upstairs too bathed in exotic aphrodisiac oils and yet so blinded on both sides of her of seeing all the apprentices from the party were also there in chains, ropes, gadgets of all sorts and bdsm costumes of the extremes hanging off the ceilings and walls or confined to machines.
Hops and the witch’s council got word half of the apprentices students included Velma/Sean never reached Japan on Saturday “I know Morgana is behind this like the back of my hand, she is.”
Sat Jan 07 03:43:40 2012