The Wolf, the Witch and The Dining Room Table (standard:horror, 930 words)
Author: Ian Hobson	Added: Feb 18 2006	Views/Reads: 4165/2438	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
ADULT fantasy.

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Damien was not accustomed to being ordered about but he didn't complain.
 As soon as he kicked off his shoes, Sabine, still holding his belt, 
swung him around, backed him up to the end of the table and continued 
to undress him until he wore nothing but white boxer-shorts.  'Now 
sit.' 

Again Damien did as ordered, pushing himself well up onto the table. 
With the flat of her right hand, Sabine pushed him backwards.  The 
tabletop was cold against his shoulder blades. He raised his buttocks 
as Sabine tugged at his shorts and slid them off. 

'Mmm, you really are a big boy.'  Sabine's eyes sparkled and she licked
her lips as she reached towards her prize, causing Damien to shudder at 
the touch of her fingertips.  But then, taking a firm grip with her 
left hand, Sabine used her right hand to pull a razor-sharp blade from 
her left sleeve and slice off his appendage at the base. 

Damien screamed and curled into a foetal position, clutching his bloody
groin, while Sabine reached for the waiting condom and, with apparent 
ease, slipped it over the still tumescent penis and knotted the end to 
save further blood-loss.  With Damien's shirt, she wiped blood from her 
hands, before wrapping it carefully around the bloody, sausage-like 
package.  Then she retrieved her knife and purse and left the house. 

The witch smiled as she drove away.  It was a shame to waste such a
perfect erection but the contents of the condom – such a useful 
invention – were essential ingredients to the elixir of life that would 
ensure her youth and beauty for another one hundred years. 


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