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Hugo and his Amazing Magic Wand by repentant lurker

Thanks Lens. He does have some powers being a wizard and all, but I was trying to avoid the strong confident archetype that the make characters in my stories usually follow.

And as yet un started but I hope to post soon. It will be irreverent and wizardy. That’s all I know yet (apart from the fact that there will be a significant emphasis on bosoms of course).

Hugo looked bloody ridiculous and he knew it. Today was supposed to be the start of his new life, the beginning of his voyage towards self-actualisation; and yet here he was feeling just like the plonker he always did. In a world where women outnumbered men by 200:1 Hugo was something of an oddity. The gene pool of the few remaining males since The Outbreak was supposed to be strong and sturdy. Your average bloke was six foot plus, broad shouldered, athletic and bhoyed by the confidence of being one of the select few there to carry on seeding the human race. Hugo was none of these things. He was about five foot three (if he stretched himself) and stick thin. He was pidgeon chested and had legs that would make a sparrow feel tough. He had absolutely no suggestion of biceps whatsoever. In fact, if he looked in the mirror (which was not something he chose to do often) he could swear his arms actually got thinner above the elbow. His face was angular at all the wrong angles. His hair was of the type that just managed to look sad and droopy, no matter how it was cut and magically seemed to defy the influence of styling gel. Oh yes, and he had spots - always, without question, two or three great big weepy ones. The sort that just begged to be squeezed, but when they did exploded, splattering anything unfortunate enough to be close with icky yellow puss and leaving a great craterous wound that would then seemingly revive itself overnight to form an even more disgusting pustule. Today he had three. One on his nose, one on his chin and one just to the right of his eye, that was so big it seemed to be stretchig the skin of his temple enough to make him squint.

Not for the first time Hugo wondered what he has done to derserve the inflictions of his looks and not for the first time, he blamed his mother. It wasn’t that she looked like him, quite the opposite. She was definately not skinny not by a long stretch. She was a great big round woman with a love for the creamier more chocolatey things in life. Not that she had always been fat. The pictures of her as a young mum showed a fairly average sized girl who was just a bit plain. There in lay the start of the problem Hugo supposed. She hadn’t met the aesthetic requirements to get a breeding permit; yet her maternal instincts had been strong. She had had an overwhelming desire to become a mother. She had managed to get hold of some black market spunk and had impregnated herself with a turkey baster. It was all highly illegal of course and she and her offspring would have been summarily terminated, were it not for the fact that Hugo had been a male birth. As it was she had simply been subjected to a lifetime of resentment from her peers. A world of raised eyebrows and sneers from which she had retreated to the comfort of cakes and confectionary. She was now so large that she had to make her own clothes. Today’s stores simply did not cater for the larger woman, why would they when anyone who didn’t meet society’s view of accepted beauty would be ground up into burger meat before they reached their twenties. Hugo’s mum had only just scraped through the tests before she started to pile on the pounds. Were it not for the fact she had a male child she would have been minced up years ago. This led directly to something Hugo could definately blame his mother for - His wardrobe. Not content with sewing tents for herself, his mother, not willing to venture into the shops that discriminated against her, made all Hugo’s clothes. Just the sort of thing a socially awkward young man needs. Her taste and style appeared to be inspired by the sweet wrappers piled up in the bin beside her as she sewed (Hugo actually had a jacket which had a twix wrapper accidently sewn into one of the pockets). Hugo’s current apparel was a typical example. Drawing on the theme of his upcoming studies his mother had determined to make him an outfit that would help him fit in and had sewed him a gown. It was covered in stars, big shimmery plastic shiny ones. She had applied the same principle as she had to his school uniform and allowed a bit of room for him to grow into it. This being despite the fact that Hugo had not grown an inch since his 13th birthday. The result was that when he tied the cord in the middle the top billowed out around him, swamping his diminutive frame. Below the cord the gown parted offering an unrestricted view of his matchstick legs whose skinniness was accentuated by the skin tight leather pants his mother had informed him was required wearing for an aspiring wizard. There had been the hat too, but even Hugo had the social awareness to ensure he had dumped that in a bin at Victoria Station.

So here he was. Standing in front of the epic facade of the Chartered Institute of Magi-theoretical Studies. A great black glass obelisk that reached up towards the skies, dwarfing its neighbouring buildings, not just because of its height but due to the way it seemingly defied perspective. It cried out awe and power. Hugo had a familiar sinking feeling born by the near certainty that this was going to be yet another place he just wasn’t going to fit in. As he shuffled nervously towards his destiny he could see his reflection in the onyx walls. He looked like an utter prat.

As Hugo passed through the great high doors that had slid open to admit him, he emitted an audible gasp. The atrium was huge. Huge and dark and ominous. Huge and dark and ominous yet filled with light. Light that didn’t seen to come from anywhere. There were no windows, no obvious lamps, lanterns or light bulbs. There was just black floors, black walls that reached up and up and up until somewhere way up high above him higher than he could imagine was possible they met, forming an arched ceiling - which was black. Yet there was so much detail to it all. The floors were emblazoned with an intricate pattern of swirls, and whorls. There were delicate threads everywhere curling in and out of each other but never seeming to touch; and they were all black, all as dark as you could imagine but startling in thier contrast. The patterns shone with a brightness that was only surpassed by how startlingly dark they were. The walls were covered with intricate reliefs, nudes, mostly female, mostly human. They were wrapped together in various forms of erotic embrace. Here and there was a male figure almost always engaged in some form of fornication. Higher up on the walls within the erotic throng there seemed to be beasts and demons. They sprouted from the bodies of women laid over sacrificial altars. Their breasts and bellies pierced by various forms of sacrificial blade. As the walls reached up further the beasts and fiends became larger, more powerful, more vile. They gripped emperilled beauties in their grasp, tearing them apart, devouring them while other nymphs clambered up their limbs to pleasure them. As the walls rose the reliefs became more monstrous. Demons battled demons. Succubi and nephililim were locked in violent union. Every vile denizen of every hell ever imagined seem to be engaged in the terrifying orgy of depravity. Finally in the centre of the hall glowering down from the ridge line of the arch hung an enormous demigod. It was winged like a dragon, had the body of a lion, the hindquarters of a reptile. It’s face was part, human, part beast, part serpent. It gripped handfuls of beasts demons and sacrificial virgins in its talons and breathed fire down into the hall, incinerating all the unfortunates it touched. The carvings were fantastically detailed, anatomically perfect (though Hugo suspected there wouldn’t be many folks brave enough to try and dissect the beasts higher up the wall). Even high up above him Hugo could make out the scales, the fur and hide of the beasts. The bodies of women were beautiful, sensuous and dripping with lust. Hugo felt his tight leather pants tightening. Not exactly what he needed as he tried to compose himself.

In the middle if the hall was a rather plain desk (black). Carved on a plaque (black) was written the word ‘Reception’(in black) Behind it sat a woman wearing a white blouse which stood out so starkly it seemed to glow. Initially it seemed very far away, but Hugo reached it in a few paces. The woman was beautiful. She smiled as Hugo approached, it was a friendly warm smile. Behind the smile was was an almost imperceptible expression that said ‘You disgust me. Please go and find a rock to slither under. Preferably one quite far away.’ It was an expression that Hugo was used to, particularly on the faces of beautiful women. ‘May I help you?’ The receptionist asked. Her voice helpful, polite and dripping with scorn.

‘Er um yes please’ stuttered Hugo unable to meet her gaze. ‘Um, I’m er here to enrol as a student’ he said meekly, looking down. Unfortunately he realised this meant he was staring directly into the her rather ample cleavage. He could feel the level of scorn increasing dramatically.

‘Do you have your acceptance letter?’ The receptionist asked politely, the undertones of ice sliding down the nape of Hugo’s neck. Suddenly worried he had lost it, that It had never existed, that this was all a big mistake, Hugo fished inside his gown desparately. To his relief the letter was there (given the decorations he couldn’t imagine the misfortune that might be heaped upon someone who turned up without authorisation) and he pulled out offering it quiveringly to the dark haired beauty behind the desk.

Applying to The Institute had been easier than Hugo had imagined. He had supposed it would involve a series of interviews where he would be expected to demonstrate his magical prowess. Instead the application had consisted of a short form, taking his basic details and a requirement that it be signed his blood. He had filled it in, sent it off and the acceptance letter had arrived within the week, offering him a place and telling him what day he should show up. According to various Wikis on the web The Institutes admissions tutors could sense the magical essence in the applicant’s signature. Hugo doubted very much that any of these Wikis were written by anyone with any authority but the supposition seemed reasonable. Hugo was constantly surprised by his magical ability. It had only recently developed. Shortly after his 17th Birthday he had woken up from a dream,where he was floating in some clouds, to find himself and most of the contents of his bedroom levitating several feet off the floor. He was certainly surprised then. Surprised enough to break the spell and ending up landing back on his bed with a heavy thump with books, pens and his computer equipment raining to the floor. From that day he found he was able move physical objects. He was quite adept, he could lift a car a few feet off the ground, send a ball flying far faster and further than he could kick one and do some quite delicate tasks like tying a knot or threading a needle from several feet away. Hugo sensed there was more, untapped potential within himself but as yet hadn’t discovered where it was. What surprised him most about his ability was that he had any ability at all. Up to this point there was simply nothing he was good at. He was beyond rubbish at any form of sport. He was hopeless with any form of social interaction. He was bookish but had to work hard to get decentish grades and was never at the top of the class. He got beat at online games, wasn’t invited to play offline ones and generally muddled through his existence feeling like an evolutionary exception that proved the rule.

The receptionist took the letter and scanned it briefly. She took a stamp from the desk and stamped the letter with the day’s date and then filed it away in a drawer. She opened another draw and pulled out a key attached to a small onyx tag. ‘Welcome to The Intstitute’ she said, a hint of the iciness defrosting. ‘Go through that door over to the left. Take the stairs up to the fifth floor and you room will be along to the corridor on your right. Your induction tutorial will be at 9:15am tomorrow with Miss Pettimore. Don’t be late.’ Hugo sensed that this last bit of advice contained some genuine warmth. He looked up at the receptionist and smiled weakly. She smiled back, her hidden expression suggesting that while she probably wouldn’t want to turn over any rock he was hidden under, she probably wouldn’t now grind it under her heel either. ‘Go on, off you pop. You’re making the place look untidy and you’ll have plenty of other opportunities to stare at my tits. You leave your key with me if you go out OK.’ She instructed. Hugo nodded. ‘Go on then shoo.’ Said the receptionist waving him away. He turned and ambled meekly to the door (one that blatantly hadn’t been there when he had first walked in).

Hugo passed through the door and was slightly surprised to find himself in a relatively normal stairwell. Relative to the epic un-normalness of the atrium he had just left that is. It appeared to be made of polished marble, adorned by the occasional intricately carved figurine and spiralled up as far as Hugo could see. He breathed in deeply to prepare himself for his ascent and began his climb.

Panting heavily, not being used to any form of physical exertion, Hugo finally reached the fifth floor. He opened the doorway to the stairwell and stepped into a long corridor. The floor was the same marble as the stairs. The walls were panelled with a dark, ebony like wood. Every 10 feet or so was a doorway, alternating on each side of the corridor. Hugo walked up to the first one. There was no number, but a rune was carved in the central panel. Hugo studied it and looked at the tag on the key ring he’d been given. There was a rune on that too. They didn’t match. Hugo sighed. He hadn’t studied runic lore in any depth, but was aware that there were over two hundred thousand unique characters. The corridor looked very long. He started to trudge along it.

Fortunately he had only been trudging for a couple of minutes or so when he came across a door engraved with a rune that matches his key. He studied it, just in case it was one of the few he recognised. It wasn’t. With some trepidation he put the key on the lock and tried to turn it. It wouldn’t budge. He sighed deeply. Gripped the handle and tried with all his strength to wrench the key round. As he put his weight (if his diminutive frame could be said to carry any) onto the handle, the door swung open, sending Hugo stumbling into the room.

Once he had managed to reorganise his lower limbs sufficiently enough to stop himself falling over, Hugo had a look around. He was in quite a well apportioned study lounge. There was a comfy looking dark brown leather Chesterfield sofa and a matching armchair, a few book shelves that were mostly empty but with a few books at the end of one of them, a large desk and a small kitchenette at the end near the window. Hugo had a distinct memory of having looked up at a large windowless building about twenty minutes earlier, he did his best to shake this from his mind. He was rather impressed with his accommodation. It was very spacious and everything looked nice and comfortable. There was a doorway to the right which he presumed led to his bedroom. He opened it and stepped through to be greeted by the sight of the peachiest, most delicious looking bottom he had ever seen in his life (we are of course talking bottoms from magazines, TV and internet porn here; Hugo’s experience of real life female bottoms was rather limited). The bottom was bare, as was the rest of its owner which was turning round to meet him. Hugo just stood their gaping at a perfectly formed pair of big bouncy breasts and the most angelic face he could imagine. The sublime vision had just been drying her hair and was now stood there, with the towel held casually at her side, smiling at him.

‘Hello’ the vision said ‘You must be Hugo. I’m Astrid, your room-mate.’ She went back to drying her long curly blonde hair, causing her fabulous breasts to jiggle delightfully. Hugo stood there gawping with his jaw as far open as it would go.

‘Do you mind if I ask you a question Hugo?’ Astrid asked, continuing when she was met by blank silence. ‘What the fuck are you wearing? I mean I don’t mean to be rude but it looks like a fancy dress costume your mum made.’ She asked pleasantly.

‘Um’ was the best Hugo could manage as a reply.

Astrid smiled sympathetically, dropped the towel and walked bouncily towards him. Hugo gulped. ‘Is it all that terrible?’ She asked taking his bag from him and tipping out the contents onto the bed. ‘Oh my! Oh these are horrendous. I’m sorry I just can’t can’t cope with sharing a room with a shirt as hideous as this.’ Astrid exclaimed holding up a particularly sinister tie-dye affair. ‘No no they have to go. This too.’ She said, extracting Hugo from his cloak. She threw all the clothes in a pile on the floor and clicked her fingers. The offending garments burst into flames and collapsed into a pile of dust which drifted away slowly. Hugo was left wearing a threadbare sleeveless vest (he had had two on rotation since he was thirteen) and his even tighter leather trousers. Astrid studied the rather obvious bulge at the crotch. ‘That doesn’t look very comfortable.’ She said matter of factly, and reached down to open Hugo’s fly, releasing his one redeeming physical feature.

Hugo was blessed with a monster of a trouser snake. His wanger was thicker than his wrist, a good eight inches long when flaccid and a good deal longer when erect. It was currently more than turgid and as The beautiful blonde set it free it sprung forth triumphantly. Astrid squeeked with surprise. ‘Wow! No wonder you haven’t been able to speak. That must have been agony. That poor little thing all squeezed up in there.’ She reached out to pat Hugo’s quivering cock. Hugo gasped. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening. His only previous experience of walking in on a girl naked had involved his older cousin, a lot of screaming and swearing and a painful kick to his nethers that had left him walking wonky for a week. This experience, so far, seemed to be a lot less painful. He gulped nervously. Astird smiled at him ‘I think we should go clothes shopping. Lets find you something a bit more comfortable to wear. And no offence, but something that doesn’t make you look such a numpty.’ She said grinning. ‘We’ll need to get this tucked back in first though. I’m not sure we can have this beast roaming free round the streets of London.’ She dropped to her knees. ‘Maybe if we release a bit of pressure he’ll curl up for a nap.’ She suggested. Hugo gasped as she reached forwards and took his cock in her hands and stroked it seductively. It throbbed impulsively. ‘Oo I think he likes it.’ Astrid grinned and leaned forwards to give his cockhead a kiss. Hugo looked down to see her beautiful lips parting around his prick. He desperately tried to relax and tensed up completely. No sooner had the gorgeous blonde’s mouth touched his pecker his balls tightened and a great flood of jizz rose up to greet her. Astrid giggled as rivers of cum sprayed out all over her face. ‘Whoops! He’s an exciteable little thing isn’t he’ she said grinning as Hugo’s cum dribbled down her chin.

‘Er erm I’m sorry’ Mumbled Hugo forlornly.

‘Why? We were trying to let off a bit of the pressure and that’s just what happened. A bit quicker than I expected but that’ll give us more time at the shops.’ Consoled Astrid, licking Hugo’s jizz from her lips. ‘Now, let me just clean him up and tuck him back in.’ She said leaning back forward to take Hugo’s dripping cock in her gob and slurp up the remaining globs of cum gratuitously. ‘Mmm delicious.’ She said as she let it flop out of her mouth. ‘You better tuck him back in before he gets frisky again. I better put some clothes on. There isn’t any jizz in my hair is there?’ She asked scooping a globule out fron under her pretty blue eye.

‘Um er no. I don’t think so.’ Mumbled Hugo. Astrid smiled and busied herself slipping into a skimpy little white skirt and a floaty powder blue crop top that showed off her tits beautifully. She pulled on a pair of cute knee high stockings and put on a pair of canvas trainers. The turned to leave and then giggled ‘Oops, nearly forgot.’ And grabbed a skimpy pair of white cotton knickers out of her draw (giving Hugo a glimpse of a delightful assortment of lingere). She pulled them on, adjusted her skirt and then checked her face in the mirror to ensure there were no visible traces of cum. ‘Ready to go handsome?’ She asked Hugo, who had managed to encase his cock back into the tight leather confines of his trousers. He stood their dumbfounded, wondering whether he was dreaming. ‘You don’t talk much do you?’ Said Astrid and pushed him encouragingly out through the door.

Three and a half hours later, Astrid was beginning to lose hope. It had become apparent, after trawling through several of the flagship department stores of Oxford Street, that Hugo didn’t do off the peg. Everything either clung to him, making him look like a walking drain pipe; or hung off him, making him look like a walking clothes hanger that’s been attacked by an overly playful kitten. She had decided that something a little more avant-guarde was needed and had steered him round to Carnaby Street. They had some success when they stumbled onto some second-hand heavy metal T-shirts which the previous owner had shrunk in the wash. They fitted badly, but in a way that suggested they were at least intended to fit the same species. They still did nothing to hide the skinniness though. Astrid had been experimenting with a number of coats. The latest test being a full length (for someone of average size) leather trench coat . It almost worked. It had padded shoulders and so stood out a bit before falling to the ground, giving him an illusion of width. Unfortunately, it was too long and baggy round the chest. It puddled out around him, making it look like he was melting down into the floor. ‘Hmm, that’ snot quite right is it?’ Said a voice beside them. Hugo and Astrid turned. It was the owner of the store. She was an older woman. Probably in her 30’s and had vibrant, untamed red hair. She wore a long floaty dress, that had ribbons of material flowing from everywhere so that it seemed to drift around her. It created an illusion of movement that amplified what was clearly a sensuously curved body. Her generous cleavage was very much on display. ‘Turn around’ she instructed, motioning to Hugo when he didn’t immediately respond. ‘Hmm’ she said after he eventually did a twirl. ‘It’s got potential. If I was to take a panel out the back and shorten it a few inches. I could either take up the sleeves or sew them into a cuff what do you think?’

‘You do alterations?’ Astrid asked.

‘Oh yes. Nothing in here ever fits anyone. Finding the right thing and making it fit, that’s my kind of magic.’ She said winking. ‘I do a 10% discount for you wizardy types. It’ll take me a couple of hours.’ She studied Hugo for a moment and took a couple of pairs of trousers off of hangers. ‘Want me to fix these up too?’ She asked. They were leather, but clearly a bit roomier than the ones he was wearing. ‘I could fit one of these in if you like.’ She said, holding up a large cod-piece.

‘Oh yes’ said Astrid grinning and then whispered something into the seamstresses ear.

The redhead giggled. ‘Certainly. To do it all we’ll take me till about 5:30. Why don’t you come back then.’

‘Excellent. That gives us time for you to help me do some naughty underwear shopping Hugo. Come on, I think we passed a lovely little boutique just down the road.’ Astrid grinned shepherding Hugo out onto the street.

Hugo had a particularly uncomfortable couple of hours as he was treated to a show of Astrid’s fabulous body, decorated by all manner of skimpy undergarments. By the time she finally relented and took him to kill some time in a coffee shop his skintight pants were nearly at breaking point. Even in there, with the way Astrid kept on leaning forward to give him an eyeful of her big bouncy braless breasts, he was struggling to maintain his composure.

After they had finished their drinks, they returned to the 2nd hand shop. The red-headed seamstress greeted them warmly, announcing that she had completed the alterations. She showed Hugo to a makeshift cubicle, made out of some old curtains, and gave him the clothes to try on. Hugo emerged a couple of minutes later and Astrid was pleasantly surprised. The coat broadened his shoulders and tapered in gradually to his waist, giving his upper body an illusion of substance. It fell to just above his shoes, a pair of bikers boots that the seamstress had found at tbe back of a cupboard, taking the emphasis off his skinny little legs. All in all the result was someone who looked oddly eccentric, definate improvement on just plain odd. ‘Did you manage to do the thing with the codpiece?’ Astrid asked.

The redhead grinned. ‘Just pull the cord on the left hip.’ She advised. Astrid reached in and gave the cord a tug. The codpiece flapped down and Hugo’s prodigious todger tumbled out. ‘Wow!’ Said the seamstress. ‘That’s a sausage and a half!’

‘You should see it when it’s properly hard.’ Astrid said, reaching out to give Hugo’s semi a nice stroke. Hugo squeaked involuntarily, his cock responded by standing proud almost immediately.

‘Crikey!’ Said the storekeeper ‘How does someone so scrawny manage a monster like that. It’s a wonder you don’t feint with all the blood that must be using.’

Astrid giggled and tugged Hugo a little more firmly. ‘It’s certainly a wonder he hadn’t collapsed the way I’ve been teasing him all afternoon.

The storekeeper grinned, gliding over to the shop door to flip over the ‘Closed’ sign and slide the lick shut. She walked back past the pair of aspiring wizards ‘Why don’t you two follow me out back.’ She suggested, tracing behind her neck to untie her dress, letting it fall to the ground as she walked. Hugo gulped audibly as he watched the gorgeous redhead’ ships sway as sauntered sexily through the curtained doorway at the back of the shop. He would have remained rooted to the spot but Astrid led him forward, towing him by the cock.

The redhead walked though into a small kitchen-diner ‘Have you guys eaten yet?’ Hugo continued to ogle the naked storekeeper. Astrid shook her head. ‘Thats good because I’m 35 tomorrow and don’t have any exemptions so I’d have to report to the plant. I’ve never liked the idea of being processed, it’s way too impersonal, so if you guys are up for it I’d rather serve myself to you.’

If it was possible Hugo’s jaw dropped even lower. Astrid beamed ‘Are you serious?’ She asked eagerly.

‘Totally. I’ve no kids, no significant capital - this shop’s just a rental, and being self employed I haven’t got an employer to buy an indemnity for me. I could just about by myself an indemnity if I auctioned all my stock but then I’d have below legal income so I’d be meat anyway. You two look really nice, I’ve always had a soft spot for wizzies. So if you’re hungry, I’m all yours. My name’s Belinda by the way.’

‘What do you say big boy?’ Astrid asked, waggling Hugo’s cock.

Hugo was dumbfounded. Things situations like this just didn’t happen to him. He was in a room with two beautiful women; one of whom had practically greeted him with a blowjob and then spent most of the day treating him to a strip show, the other was standing there stark naked and offering to serve herself up as a meal. Hugo was vaguely aware that for most people sex was a natural part of day to day life and that women were generally destined to end up part of the food chain, but he had never really equated the plastic packed meat in a polystyrene tray in a supermarket with a living, breathing beauty who was standing there offering up her flesh for his consumption. He gulped.

‘I’m taking that as a yes.’ Declared Astrid. ‘This is Hugo and I’m Astrid and we’d be delighted to feast on your meat Belinda.’

‘Great!’ Said Belinda ‘Let me just download a snuff certificate and then I’m all yours. Make yourself at home.’

Belinda gave the pair a wink and ambled over to a laptop where she tapped away at the keyboard, looking up the paperwork to make her forthcoming consumption legal.

Astrid turned round to her mute companion. ‘Hugo can I ask you a personal question?’ She feel there was much point waiting for a reply. ‘Have you ever fucked a girl before?’ Hugo looked at her like a rabbit caught in the headlights. ‘I thought not.’ Astrid stated. ‘Would you like to pop your cherry?’ She asked. ‘Just nod.’ She instructed. Hugo did all he could to shake the disbelief from his mind and let his head follow his chin. Astrid grinned and slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft. ‘Follow me.’ She said, leading him over to a chair by the kitchen table. ‘Sit!’ She instructed, and Hugo duly plonked himself down. Astrid smiled down at him and stroked her hands up over her sensuous curves. ‘Do you remember which little number I’ve got on under here? Why don’t you pull my top off and get a closer look. I bet you can do it if you put your mind to it . Don’t bes shy, there’s a copy of your application in our rooms. I read that you’re a telekinetic, come on, do your thing. She raised her hands up in the air to make it easier.

Hugo looked up at her and drank in her beauty. She honestly seemed to be offering herself to him. There had to be a catch. He was sure that something horrible was going to happen any moment now. Something that was going to snap him back to his normal reality. Astrid looked down at him kindly. ‘Come on. I won’t bite. Not you anyway’ she said, winking at Belinda.’ Hugo breathed in deeply and visualised Astrid’s cute little crop top sliding up over her chest. Which it did. Revealing her gorgeous chest encased in a pretty pink lace-trimmed bra. He slid it up over her arms until it was hanging in the air. Astrid smiled ‘There now. That wasn’t so hard was it.’ Hugo smiled back nervously and let the top drop to the floor. Astrid took her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together, amplifying her cleavage. ‘Now do my skirt. Don’t be delicate.’ She encouraged. Hugo gulped and focused on the skimpy blue garment. It lifted exposing the pretty pink knickers that matched the bra. Impending doom did not descend. Emboldened, Hugo concentrated on the hem, which tightened and then ripped a little. Astrid giggled. Hugo met her eyes and the floaty little skirt tore itself apart and drifted to the ground at the blonde beauty’s feet. Astrid took a step towards him, massaging her chest. ‘There you go. You’ve got me down to my undies. Why stop there? Unhook this bra for me’. Hugo imagined trying to do it by hand. He could see his fingers trembling as he fumbled. He imagined the struggle as he fought to release the resistant clasp. He breathed in and focused simply imagining the clasp opening; and it did! Astrid slipped the bra straps over her shoulders and movef her hands from the cups. The bra fell to the floor releasing her gorgeous breasts. ‘Just these to go.’ The scrumptious blonde invited, flicking the waistband of her sexy little knickers. Hugo glanced at them and they slid down her lovely long legs until they pooled round her ankles. Astrid stepped out of them to stand just in front of her trembling room-mate. She was still wearing her ribbed stockings and dainty little trainers, which only accentuated the rest of her glorious nakedness. She stepped forward, straddling the chair and lowered a hand to her crotch. ‘Look at that. The thought of that big cock of yours sliding inside me’s making me all wet.’ She leaned forward and placed a big kiss on Hugo’s unresisting lips.

Hugo sighed not daring to believe any of this was real. He watched as Astrid drew closer positioning herself above him, legs spread either side of the chair. His rock hard cock was staining proud and just a whisker away from her sex, he could feel the warmth of it. ‘I’m going to sit down now.’ Astrid informed him and started to lower herself onto his prick. Hugo gasped. It was really happening, it wasn’t a dream, there really was a beautiful beautiful vision of lovelyness about to let him have sex with her; who was actually instigating it. He could sense the moisture on her lips, she really was hot for him, he really was turning on the sexiest girl he had ever met in his life. This was it he was finally going to do it, he was finally going to have sex! He blew his load.

Astrid felt the heat of his cum spurting up into her pussy. She acknowledged this wasn’t going to be the lengthiest fuck of her life but she was determined to get Hugo’s cock inside her regardless. She dropped herself down, relaxing her pussy as much as she could to take him. She emitted a deep sigh as his huge prick slid into her her. She held onto Hugo’s shoulder’s, bent her knees, lifting her feet off the floor and let gravity take over. Ten inches of thick solid muscle drove up unto her cunt. ‘Oh fuck! You’re fucking huge. Oh Hugo your cock is fucking amazing.’ She moaned as he filled her completely. She wriggled around working him in as deep as she could take him. ‘Ooh yea. That feels good’.

Hugo breathed raggedly as the blonde beauty sank onto his lap. He could feel her pussy gripping his cock all the way down, milking him dry. He looked into her eyes, meeting her gaze properly for the first time and smiled weakly.

Astrid grinned and leaned forward to give him another kiss. She stood up, letting his great big todger flop out of her cunt.

‘That was lovely. We ‘re going to have to work on your stamina though. Belinda here is going to need a big hard fuck before we cook her and you’ll need to last longer than that.

Belinda walked over smiling ‘I’m sure Hugo’s got it in him to give me a good rodgering. A cock like that looks made for ploughing pussies. We just need to encourage it. I’m all ready for snuffing now by the way, aside from my final fuck of course. These online permits make it all very easy. Feel free to help yourself to any of my stock when you’re done. There’s the address of another good seamstress on my notice board if you need any more alterations.’

Astrid grinned eagerly. ‘Do you have any preferences as to how we cook you?’ She asked.

Belinda looked around the small kitchen. ‘I’d always hoped to get roasted alive; but my oven’s to small for that. I suppose we could cook my tits on the griddle and then you could butcher me and cook the rest of me at your leisure. I’ve got plenty of freezer bags if you’ve got somewhere to put me back at your place.’

‘Mmm I bet your tits will taste lovely, they certainly look delicious. It is a shame we can’t roast you though. I’d love to carve into that succulent rump of yours.’ Astrid said, running her hands possessively over Belinda’s sensual curves.

‘There’s no reason why we can’t roast you alive.’ Hugo said matter of factly, causing both women to spin round in surprise.

‘Fuck me it actually talks! I was beginning to think you were mute!’ Astrid exclaimed. ‘Sorry I hope I haven’t stifled your flow, do keep going.’

Hugo felt a sudden wave of uncertainty begin to roll over him, but did his best to push it away.

‘It’s er um simple really. You’re a Pyromage and I’m a TM, that means Transubstantial Manipulator.’ He said for Belinda’s benefit. ‘Astrid, you just need to create a heat source and I can turn Belinda over it.’

It was Astrid’s turn to look uncertain. ‘Er I’m not sure I’ve got that level of control. I’ve only really made flash-fires before.’

Hugo wavered briefly and then breathed in deeply seeking inner reassurance. This was tbe one thing he was good at. He just needed to be confident. He was a student at the institute after all, they had selected him for his abilities. He could do this.

‘I’ll control it.’ He said, with a level of confidence that surprised everyone in the room, including himself. ‘Theoretically it’s quite simple. I just need to manipulate the air around the flames to feed them with enough oxygen and create a little vacuum around it to stop them spreading. You just need to keep energising it.’ He exlained, standing up from the chair and crossing over to the pair of women who were staring at him with an expression surprise. Surprise; but not disbelief. ‘I um, I think I should be able to put theory into practice.’ He concluded.

‘If it doesn’t work we could burn the place down.’ Astrid said nervously.

Hugo breathed deep ‘It’ll work.’ He said.

‘Fuck it. Go for it my little wizzies. If the place goes up in smoke my insurance will cover it for whoever takes over the lease. I’m getting snuffed anyway. If it all goes to hell just get yourselves out and call the fire brigade.’ Belinda said confidently. ‘Now what do we need to do to give you a boner so you can stuff that big fat cock of yours into my cunt and give me my final fuck.’ She grinned at Astrid and they both dropped to their knees.

Hugo looked down at the pair of naked beauties leaning in to lap at his cock and not for the first time in the day, couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. His excitement rose quickly, as did his pecker. As Astrid ran her silky tongue up and down his member and Belinda took the head in her mouth he hardened rapidly. Hugo breathed in hard doing what he could to relax. He had to try and control himself, not let himself blow. It wouldn’t do to go all soft again. There was surely a limit to the number of times he could cum and recover. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. Then again, if he did blow, maybe there was something he could do about it. It was after all only a matter of making blood run to his penis. A simple matter of moving matter. This was something he could control. There was no reason he couldn’t keep himself hard all day long. He thought back to all those uncontrollable boners that had been so embarrassing at school. If only he’d had this idea then. He looked down at his rigid pole and willed the blood that was flowing through it to flow elsewhere. His cock dropped in an instant drawing sighs of disappointment from the two maidens tending to it. Hugo grinned and willed the blood to flow back again. His flagpole rose in an instant, standing harder than he had ever been before. The two girls applauded.

‘It can do tricks!’ Astrid giggled before engulfing his turgid member in her mouth. Hugo felt his pleasure building and wondered if he could apply the same logic to stop himself cumming. He searched within himself and tightened his seminiferous tubules. It worked, he could feel himself holding back his climax. This was bliss, he could just stand back and let the girls pleasure him, he was ready to release at a time of his choosing. He could do his duty and give Belinda the ride of her life and still have it in him to bonk Astrid senseless while the red-head roasted.

He decided it was time to get on with banging Belinda. Using his telekinetic abilities, he lifted her up off the ground and spread her legs.

‘Woooh!’ Belinda squealed excitedly.

Astrid generously released his cock and lined it up with the seamstresses dripping pussy. ‘Do it! Drill her Hugo, shove her down on that big hard prick of yours as deep as she can go.’

Hugo stood his ground, tightened his mental hold on Belinda’s body and pulled her towards him. His cock plunged into her moist welcoming pussy, eliciting a cry of delight from the gorgeous red-head. ‘Oh fuck yea! Oh fuck that feels good. Do that again, shove it in deeper, impale me on that massive fucking dick!’

Hugo pushed the seamstress back and then pulled her back again, even harder, sinking his cock in her up to the hilt. ‘Oh fuck yea. It feels like I’ve been spitted! Fuck me big boy. Fuck me as hard as you can.’

Hugo aligned his thoughts pumped Belina a few times and then set things into a repeat. He just had to stand there and yet he was pounding her like there was no tomorrow. The feeling as Belinda’s tight wet cunt slid up and down hid thick hard pole was absolutely amazing. The redhead was beyond talking by now. Just eliciting guttaral howls of delight as she was driven back and forth, taking the full length of Hugo’s prick with each movement. He slammed her on and off so hard he had to hold himself to the floor telekinetically Hugo looked down at her, her head was flung back, her big juicy breasts bounced beautifully each time she slammed into him. He still found it somewhat impossible to believe he was actually fucking a beautiful woman, and clearly rather well. He was determined to make the most of it and picked up the pace, driving Belinda back and forth a little faster. He increased the the tempo gradually until she was hammering back and forth frantically. Flying up and down his cock in a blur.

Belinda had had more than her share of good hard fucks in her time, but this one was without doubt the rodgering of a lifetime. The initial phase of strong rythmic pistoning had been good but as soon as the speed had increased, it had become ecstatic beyond belief. Belinda was cumming her brains out, and every time she slammed back down onto Hugo’s great big todger, she came a little harder. The pounding just got faster and faster and faster and she came and came and came. She was beyond screaming now, just gurgling incoherently as she was wracked by pleasure and overwhelmed by her unimaginable orgasm. She had lost all sense of time an place, and all she could conceptualise now was the feeling of that massive fat prick spearing in and out of her cunt, driving her to even greater heights of delight.

For his part Hugo was thoroughly enjoying the experience. Putting aside for one moment the inexplicablity that the buxom beauty bouncing up and down on his todger was only the second female (Astrid bring the first) who had actually deigned to come anywhere near him, The young wizard couldn’t believe he had never thought of using his powers like this before. To his utter amazement it appeared that he was a total sex god (Albeit a skinny one with spots). His third sexual experience (he was including the not-quite blowjob earlier in the morning) and he appeared to have seriously got the hang of things. The feeling as Belinda’s tight wet twat slid up and down his cock was amazing. He really, really needed to cum. The little bottleneck he had created was under a great deal of pressure and he began to worry that something might go pop if he didn’t release it soon. It seemed evident he had done more than enough to satisfy his partner and besides, he was building up an appetite. He treated Belinda to a few more long hard strokes and then popped her off of him and came hard, spraying his jizz up in a high arc, which splashed back down onto her quivering tits.

Astrid (her fingers dripping wet from having pleasured herself while watching the show) applauded lustily.

Hugo drifted Belina over to lie on the table and staggered over to a chair and sat down heavily. He was quite tuckered. The mental exertion was a little draining but he had also found himself automatically physically responding to Belinda’s movements and had been giving the seamstress the best pumping he could muster by the end. As we’ve previously discovered, Hugo wasn’t really built to cope with physical exertion. He was however very pleased with himself. Belinda looked absolutely sated. She was lolling languidly back on the table murmuring incoherently, absently smearing his cum over her breasts. Astrid was grinning at him enthusiastically. She stalked over and plonked herself down on his lap.

‘Well it looks like we’ve got the stamina issue sorted, at least in the trouser department. Have you still got it in you to give Belinda a good roasting.’

Hugo assessed his capacity. ‘I think if I stay sitting down.’ He suggested.

Astrid grinned and took his still semi-hard cock in her hand. ‘Just so long as one bit of you stands up.’ She said, giving his todger a playful stroke. She stood up and walked over to the red-head. ‘How are you doing sexy?’ She asked.

‘Mmm gooood.’ The seamstress moaned contentedly.

‘Ready to roast?’ Astrid asked.

‘Mmm I think so. I feel like I’ve already been spitted so I need to catch up.’ Belinda said, propping herself up on her elbows. She appraised the pair of young Magi. ‘Can I make a suggestion? As much as I’m willing for the two of you to chow down on as much of my meat as you can swallow, I doubt that you’ll manage to eat all of me. Why don’t you chop off my arms and legs before you cook me and take them home with you to put in your freezer. My tits and rump should more than fill you up.’

‘That’s a good idea, but I’m not sure if Hugo or me are strong enough to cut one of your legs off and I wouldn’t want to hack at you.’ Astrid responded.

‘Oh I woundn’t mind, but I’m sure Hugo can work his magic, there’s a nice sharp cleaver over there. I’m sure you can lop my limbs off in a jiffy.’ Belinda suggested.

‘Er Okay, if that’s what you really want.’ Hugo said.

‘Well I don’t mind either way’ said Belinda, climbing down from the table ‘but meat freezes better before it’s cooked and there’s plenty of my torso to go around.’ She concluded, hefting her ample bosom.

‘What do you say Astrid?’ Hugo asked.

‘Those legs certainly look like they’d take a lot of eating. Let’s dismember her like she suggests. I expect we’ll be taking a fair bit home in a doggy bag even then, although I do plan on working up quite an appetite while she’s cooking.’ Astrid decided, grinning in the direction of Hugo’s crotch.

Hugo couldn’t see any reason to disagree. He levitated the cleaver out of its block. ‘Could you apply some heat to this do it cauterises as it cuts?’ He suggested.

‘Good idea. How about that.’ Said his perky blonde room-mate, applying a bolt of energy to the cleaver, which made it glow red hot.

‘Great. Are you ready Belinda?’ Hugo asked. ‘You’re sure you want to go through with this?’

‘It’s that or get processed tomorrow. Do it, chop me up and get me cooking.’ The red-head said confidently, holding her arms out to her side to make them an easy target.

Hugo paused, visualised the result he wanted and focused on the big steel blade. It flew through the air and chopped effortlessly up through the seamstresses right arm. He swung the cleaver up over her head and chopped down through her left arm before the first one had even hit the floor and then swung the blade across severing both her luscious long legs in one clean blow. Belinda’s limbs tumbled to the floor in a heap, while what was left of her hovered in the air, yelping in pain and surprise.

‘Fuck me that was efficient. Well done you.’ Exclaimed Astrid, crossing over to plant a big kiss on Hugo’s lips and take hold of his prick. ‘Fuck you look sexy all chopped up like that Belinda. I can’t wait to see you roast. Let’s get this fire started Big Boy.’ She said giving Hugo’s todger a tug.

‘Unngh’ grunted Hugo in response to her ministrations ‘Okay, if you could just initiate a little fireball in the middle of the room there and then just keep feeding it I’ll keep it under control.’ He instructed.

Astrid concentrated and a burst of flames leapt from the fingers of her free hand and burst into a ball a few feet away. Hugo grabbed the air around it. He blew in the oxygen at the bottom and placed the nitrogen above so that it quenched the flames as they rose. He spread the flames out so the formed a nice little bed of fire.

‘Are you ready Belinda?’ He asked.

‘Fuck yea, get me roasting. Shit this is making me horny. I’ve just realised why I should have thought a bit more before you chopped my arms off. I could really do with frigging myself while I roast.’

‘Hmm, let me see what we can do?’ Hugo said and lifted over a one and a half inch thick rolling pin. ‘This might work.’ The rolling pin plunged itself into Belinda’s pussy. Had her snatch not already accommodated Hugo’s giant member, it probably would have been quite a brutal invasion as it was, it slid in easily. Hugo set it to rotate slowly and glide a few inches in and out.

‘Oh yea, that hits the spot, not as deep as you did but deep enough. Now season me up and roast me big boy!’

Hugo grinned. He flipped Belinda horizontally, and floated some olive oil and the salt and pepper off the counter. A few glugs of oil spilled onto the red-head’s belly and then smeared themselves over her breasts, another liberal glug splashed over her pussy. She revolved round and a generous splash covered her back, it spread itself around and then worked itself over and between her buttocks. Belinda moaned happily, clearly enjoying the telco ethic caress. Her glistening body then rotated round as the salt and pepper shook their contents over her. Fully seasoned, her body flipped over tits down and glided towards the flames. Hugo brought her in high and then slowly lowered her down.

‘Fuck me that’s hot. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my poor nipples, they’re fucking on fire. Oh Zi love what you’re doing with that rolling pin though, fuck me a little harder. Ooh yea that’s good, now turn me before I burn. Oh shit yea. Oh my bottom. Ooh that smarts, it’s like a really really good spanking. Lower me down a bit. Oh fuck yea, I’m frying now. Keep me turning, keep me turning. Is it just me or do I smell fucking fantastic?’ Belinda gasped excitedly.

‘You smell wonderful. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into you.’ Astrid replied eagerly, rubbing Hugo’s now turgid phallus rapidly. She turned to face him. ‘Do you mind if I sit on this again?’ She asked, giving his rock hard cock a squeeze. It had hardened of its own accord, well at least under the influence of Astrid’s attention and the sight and smell of Belinda’s gorgeous body roasting.

Hugo grinned. Astrid smiled back and stood herself up on her tiptoes. She took hold of Hugo’s cock and lined it up with her moist lips and then slowly lowered herself down. She sighed with pleasure as the young wizard’s thick prick sank into her pussy. Hugo sighed along with her. She leaned back into him, wiggling her bottom to work his cock in a few more inches. ‘Mmm that feels good. You really do have the most adorable penis Hugo. I could sit on it all day.’ She said.

Hugo breathed deeply, wondering how long he could last without using magic.

‘You don’t need to worry about cumming. Blow whenever you need to. I’ll just get you nice and hard again and we’ll start over.’ Astrid reassured him, sensing his nervousness. She nestled into him, he was a tad rigid. ‘You can play with my tits you know. You have got ten inches of muscle up my twat, there’s no need to be coy.’ Hugo gingerly raised his hands to Astrid’s fabulous breasts and held them timidly. Astrid bounced up and down on him a little. ‘I said play with them. Stroke them, squeeze them, tease them. Pinch my nipples if you like. Anything you feel like doing, you can do; just don’t be shy. Gods your cock feels good.’

Hugo gripped her luscious mounds a little more firmly and ran his hands over the smooth skin of her chest. They were wonderfully firm yet pliant. He squeezed them more firmly. Astrid sighed with pleasure and Hugo grew in confidence. He teased her lovely perky pink nipples, loving the feel of them between his fingers. Astrid was shimmying around rythmically, stirring his cock around in her pussy. She reached between her thighs to rub herself and moaned softly. ‘Mmm yea, that’s good, keep doing that, that feels good.’ She encouraged. ‘Gods she looks hot.’ She said, staring at Belinda. ‘I hope I look that sexy if you ever decide to cook me. If we study some healing spells you could fry my tits while you fuck me from behind. That would be so hot, can you imagine what my pussy would feel like squirming round your cock when my tits hit the pan? I bet I’d be creaming my socks off while you pounded me.’ She speculated. ‘What about you Sexy?’ She asked a little louder. ‘How are you holding up, do you feel as hot as you look?’

‘Uuungh yea. I’m really starting to cook. I can feel my tits beginning to bubble. I think you better put a fork in me or I might go pop.’ The sizzling redhead groaned.

‘Do your thing big boy.’ Astrid instructed, slapping Hugo’s thigh playfully and bouncing up and down a little faster. Hugo grinned, and gave her nipples a cautious tweak, while lifting the meatfork off of its hanger and floating it over to its target. He waited until Belinda had rolled onto her back and then sunk the sharp prongs into her swollen breast. Hot juices, welled up from the wound and dribbled down over the seamstresses succulent meat. Hugo withdrew the fork and stabbed it into her other tit, freeing a delicious aroma as tittle burst of steam rose up. Hugo was careful not to let any cooking juices get wasted, he scooped them up and then rained them back down over the scrumptious roast.

‘Ooh yea that feels better.’ Belinda moaned. ‘Gods I wish I could rub my clit. I’m getting a good fucking but my little nubbin is crying out for some attention before it gets crisped up. I’ve already lost the feeling in my nipples. I’m so fucking horny right now, if it hadn’t been chopped off already I’d give by left arm for a frig!’

‘Hmm’ said Hugo and lofted the cleaver. He levitated one of the seamstresses dismembered arms and chopped the blade down through her wrist. Her severed hand remained floating in the air. It drifted over to Belinda’s bottom and then using its fingers it crawled down through the cleft of her buttocks, navigated round the rolling pin and thn turned round to cup her mons. The middle finger started searching within the folds of her labia and then, when it located her delicate little clit, it started to rub, the rolling pin pumped a little more vigorously too.

‘Oh yea, oh that’s the spot, oh shit yea, oh that feels good, keep going like that oh, ohh, oohh, ooohhh, aaahhh, oh yea I’m cumming, don’t stop, don’t stop. I just wanna keep on cumming. Oh fuck me that feels good. Ooohhhaaaa!’ The redhead cried ecstatically.

Astrid applauded. ‘You’re a genius Hugo’ she declared, And with some dexterity managed to turn herself round while still keeping him inside her. She planted a big kiss on his lips. ‘I can’t believe how advanced your skills are, with no training. You’re a natural. I’m so lucky getting to share a room with you. I hope some of it rubs off on me. Not to mention the opportunity to find ways of making the most of that wonderful cock of yours. Would you mind lifting me up and down a bit?’ She asked.

Hugo obliged, and it wasn’t long before the sensational blonde was shrieking with pleasure as she rose and fell on his long thick shaft. Belinda was also moaning lustily as her reanimated fingers diddled her hot spot. Hugo sat back and revelled in the moment. The room was now full of the sweet aroma of the red-head’s flesh. The sight of her revolving over the flames, the way her limbless body arched in response to the myriad of senses overwhelming her, was truly enthralling. Most of all though was the utterly sensational experience of Astrid’s amazing body sliding up and down on his lap. The feeling as she rubbed up against him, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest was delightful. Hugo was surprised at how little concentration it was taking to coordinate all the different activities he was controlling. He had never really been confident enough to push his magical talents to their limits; but here he was achieving some seriously successful results and it felt like he still had a fair bit of power on reserve. He decided there was definately enough to bang Astrid a little harder. He put his hands on her hips, changed a cogno-kinetic gear and the beautiful blondes cries of delight increased in volume correspondingly. He realised he still wasn’t exerting any energy on keeping himself hard or preventing himself from coming, that thought brought him close to the edge. ‘Fuck it’ he thought and let himself cum. He sighed as his spunk flowed out of his rock hard member, he kept himself hard, kept Astrid bouncing up and down and gasped as she squirmed round his hyper-sensitive prick.

Astrid had been right at the edge herself. As soon as she felt the young wizard’s cum flow into her cunt, she clenched her pussy to grip his cock as tight as she could, threw her arms around him, squeezed her body against him and came and came and came.

Half an hour, and a good few orgasms, later Astrid breathlessly suggested to Hugo that they might want to check whether Belinda was done. He nodded his agreement and let her settle down into his lap. They both sat there panting for a while. Astrid looked into his eyes, moved her head towards him and gave him the sweetest kiss he could possibly imagine. They melted into one another and held each other until they had regained thier breath. Astrid climbed off of Hugo’s cock, let the mix of their juices spill down her thighs and walked over to the beautifully browned body of the roasted seamstress. Hugo followed, zipping the meatfork into his grasp with a flick of his wrist. Astrid smiled ‘The way you did that. That was cool.’ She said. Hugo beamed he had achieved something else he never would have thought possible. ‘Now you look like a dork.’ Astrid told him with delightfully cheeky grin. They both giggled and Hugo slipped an arm round her lovely waist. She leaned into him and Hugo felt a sense of completeness that was entirely new to him. ‘Are you going to stick that fork in her bottom or what?’ Astrid asked giving him a playful nudge. Hugo broke out of his little trance and chuckled again, nudging her back. He stopped the redhead turning, raised the fork, and stabbed it into Belinda’s scrumptious bottom. The juices ran clear. The seamstress emitted a soft moan.

‘Still with us then?’ Astrid chirped.

‘Mmmm’ Belinda replied.

Hugo quenched the flames turned Belinda over and drifted her over to the table. He couldn’t see any kind of serving plate that was big enough so he picked up a roll of tinfoil which unfurled itsel and then folded itself up into a big silver platter. As he lowered Belinda down onto it, a couple of plates, cutlery, a carving knife, candles, glasses and the best looking bottle of wine he could see all flew into place. He moves one of the chairs out and invited his beautiful blonde companion to sit. ‘Would you mind doing the honours?’ He asked, pointing to the candles, and poured them both sone wine. Astrid smiled, pulled her chair in and clicked her fingers, binging all of the candles into flame. Hugo switched off the main light. They sat there for a while, enjoying the moment and savouring the sight of their gorgeous looking meal glimmering in the candlelight.

‘You look delicious’ Astrid complimented Belinda. ‘I can’t wait so sink my teeth into you.

‘Thanks.’ Belinda said raspily. ‘I hope I taste good. I wish I could see myself properly. I’d love to watch you carve into my meat.’

‘Well if we chopped your noggin off you could probably watch for a few seconds.’ Astrid suggested.

‘We might be able to improve on that.’ Hugo piped up. ‘I could probably get your blood to flow back up into your head after it dropped out after vaporising it so it got re-oxidised. I can’t guarantee it but it should work.’

‘Really!’ Said Belinda, her voice growing in strength. ‘That would be fabulous. How long do you think I might last?’

‘Well, there’s the issue if blood sugar and other nutrients, but if I create a closed system and recycle then I should be able to keep you going as long as I maintain focus.’ Hugo conjectured.

‘Get on with it then I’m hungry.’ Astrid interjected. ‘Stop trying to impress the meat and get it bloody carved.’ She said grinning.

Hugo levitated the cleaver over and brought it down with a thwack. ‘Gluurk’ spluttered Belinda as her lovely head rolled off her shoulders. Hugo floated her up into the air. He focused on the blood dribbling from her neck and aerated it and played with the chemistry a bit before pumping it back up her carotid artery.

Belinda felt woozy for a few seconds but then her vision cleared. She stared down at her scrumptious looking torso. ‘Wow I look good. Oo I can speak, I wasn’t expecting that.’ She surprised herself.

‘Yea, I’ve maintained some pressure and maintaining airflow that mimics your breathing so your voice box still works. It’s surprisingly easy.’

‘It’s fucking Amazing! Now carve my tits up big boy. It’s time I got ate.’

Hugo started by reaching down to pull out the rolling pin that was still lodged in Belinda’s well roasted cunt. It took a little effort to free it, but then it came easily, releasing a little river of fragrant meat juice which ran down between the stumps of the roast’s thighs. Hugo gathered up the liquid into a sphere which floated over the table. He brought it to the boil and added a slug of wine and a dash of seasoning, then had the resulting rich gravy pour itself into a little jug. Astrid awarded the display a little clap. Hugo grinned and picked up the meatfork and carving knife. He sunk the fork into Belinda’s right tit and then carved a thick slice off the side. The rich aroma that this released was fantastic. He carved a few more and then lifted them over to Astrid’s plate, then snipped off the nipple and laid it on top. He repeated this with her other breast and then carved out the fillet and sliced it in half. Finally, he flipped the roast over and cut off a few thick rump steaks.

‘Bon apetit.’ He said dropping Astrid’s share onto her plate and sat down to tuck into Belinda’s delectable looking flesh.

‘Mmmm you taste scrumptious.’ Astrid congratulated. She popped redhead’s crispy nipple in her mouth, rolled it around and then crushed it in her back teeth. ‘Seriously, absolutely scrumptious. Try her nip Hugo, they’re gorgeous.’

Hugo was busy savouring a sliver of Belinda’s succulent pussy. Her cunt stubble had been singed off, leaving a bitter-sweet caramelised coating. It was simply delicious. He cut off a juicy slice of rump. That tasted wonderful too. ‘You are quite simply the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten.’ He complimented Belinda, spearing her nipple on his fork as Astrid had suggested.

‘Thank you. I’m do glad. It’s so nice of you to have gone to all that trouble roasting me alive and this thing you’re doing with my head is just amazing. Would you like me to suck you off while you eat?’ Belinda suggested.

‘Of course he does.’ Confirmed Astrid, reaching up to guide the redhead down to her companion’s cock. ‘My god this rump tastes good.’ She said.

Hugo smiled to himself as Belinda parted her lips to swallow his cock and he helped himself to another slice of her fabulous pussy. Astrid was beaming at him, her face a picture of adoration. This was without doubt the best moment of his life. For the first time, he felt like he had a place in the world, one that wasn’t in its metaphorical sewage system. He grinned at the beautiful blonde, took a sip of wine and say back to enjoy a sensational cock sucking. While his knife and fork served him a glorious selection of the delicious seamstresses tender tidbits.

the two Wizards ate their fill. When Astrid was done, she slipped off her chair and pulled Belinda’s head off of Hugo’s cock. ‘You can look after me.’ She said, placing the redhead between her thighs and then bent forward squeezing her perky ripe breasts round Hugo’s monster and bent her head down to French kiss his cockhead. Belinda’s tongue speared into her pussy licking up between her labia and flicking her clit. She moaned with pleasure, pressed her tits together more firmly and rubbed them up and down Hugo’s shaft.

Hugo looked down at the sensational sight of the beautiful blonde massaging his cock with her magnificent breasts. She was looking up at him lovingly as she wrapped her lips around his prick. He ran his hand through tousled blonde hair and then, sensing that he might get way with applying a little dominance, he pushed her down, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth.

Astrid sucked him hungrily squashing her tits round his thick pole and rolled them around. Belinda was doing an excellent job of tending to her pussy and her excitement was building quickly. She bobbed up and down furious; rubbed her beasts against Hugo’s shaft more frantically and willed him to cum, desperate to taste his thick salty jism, at the same time as she hit her climax.

Hugo breathed hard, The feeling of Astrid’s firm breasts pressing against him, while she took ever increasing portions of him into her mouth was amazing, he could feel his pleasure building. He heard Astrid’s muffled moans growing in intensity and allowed himself to relax and let the pleasure take over. He groaned as his cum flowed up through his member and sprayed out into the beautiful blondes mouth.

Astrid felt Hugo’s cock pulsing before he released. She hard let go of her tits and reached down to ram Belinda’s face into her pussy, grinding her against her clit. She came herself, just as Hugo’s seed spilled over her lips. She cried out with delight as it covered her face, ran down her chin and liberally showered her tits. She licked her lips gratuitously. ‘You can’t beat a bit of cream for dessert.’ She said grinning.

The two wizards cleaned themselves up and Astrid set about finding her scattered clothing. Hugo simply had to reattach his codpiece. They then collected Belinda’s limbs and put them in a large carrier bag along with her remaining cooked meat which Astrid carved off and wrapped up in the tinfoil.

‘Thanks for doing such a brilliant job of cooking me.’ Belinda said. ‘What’s going to happen now? I mean with my still being alive and all that?’

‘Erm well I suppose I should just stop the spell and then you’ll, well you’ll be traditionally decapitated.’ Hugo suggested.

‘How long could you keep me alive like this if you didn’t? I mean if you kept the spell going?’ Belinda asked.

Hugo shrugged ‘I’m not sure, possibly indefinitely with some refinements. I’m kind of new to this. I’m not sure what position that would put you in though, legally speaking.’

Belinda giggled. ‘It would make an interesting Snuff Law test case. What would they do? Sentence me to death? “I’ve already been roasted and decapitated your honour, is there anything else you’d like me to do to get snuffed?” It’d be fun to find out but that could get you two into trouble. Would you mind just keeping me going for an hour or so can I can say good bye to my sister.

‘Yea. That shouldn’t be a problem.’ Said Hugo. ‘Erm, If I make it two hours and I’ll just turn off the aeration, that way you’ll go out being asphyxiated. I don’t know if a disembodied head can cum, but that gives you your best chance.’

‘You’re a star Hugo. You guys help yourself to anything you like out front. I’m guessing you can make any alterations you need yourself. Thanks again. This has been fab. Do you mind just calling my sis. She’s number 3 on my speed dial.’ She asked nodding towards the phone.

‘No problem sexy’ Astrid said grabbing the redhead’s head and giving her a deep kiss. ‘Mmm, I can taste myself on your lips.’ She grinned as she walked over to the phone and pressed speed dial and put it on speaker. ‘Come on handsome. It’s time to get you home to my bed.’ She said, grabbing Hugo by the codpiece and leading him out.

‘Hi Sis. Are you there? You won’t believe what happened to me tonight.’ They heard from behind them.

The two tired wizards made their way back to the institute. As they passed through the doors of the great entrance hall and walked up to the receptionist, she looked at them quizically. ‘Been enjoying yourselves?’ She asked with a slight smirk, nodding towards the large bag Hugo was hefting which had Belinda’s two shapely legs sticking out of the top.

‘You could say that Katie. What do you think of Higo’s new outfit?’ Belinda replied grinning.

‘Erm, It’s um… an improvement.’ The receptionist replied honestly.

Astrid walked up to her, leaned forward and whispered in her ear. ‘Really!’ Said Katie surprised.

‘You betcha!’ Confirmed Astrid, grinning towards Hugo lasciviously. ‘He may look a bit funny, but believe me he’s got hidden talents.’

‘Hmmm’ said the receptionist doubtfully.

‘Well of you want to find out you can join us for dinner sometime, if you ever get any time away from this desk that is. I bet Hugo would love see if he could melt that frosty exterior of yours.’ Astrid said, leaning over, placing a hand between her thighs and giving the receptionist a more than necessary view of her delightful cleavage. ‘I know I would.’

Katie smiled slyly ‘You would, would you?’ She asked picking up the pair’s keys and dangling them in front of the cheeky blonde.

‘Little bit maybe.’ Replied Astrid whipping away the key’s and bending ever the desk to place a quick kiss on the receptionist’s lips. ‘And don’t pretend you wouldn’t like a little bit of a snuggle with me.’ She turned to Hugo. ‘Come on Big Boy. It’s past your bedtime.’ She walked off reaching behind herself to waft up her skirt and give the receptionist a gratuitous glimpse of her scrumptious behind.

Katie grinned. She looked over at Hugo ‘You my young man, are a very very lucky boy.’

Hugo grinned and followed the gorgeous blonde. Astrid turned and grinned ‘We’re both lucky. Come on Hugo, chop chop.’ and she scampered on up the stairs.

Katie watched Hugo scurry after Astrid. She shook her head. It was difficult to see where his talents lay, but an evening with the scrumptious blonde might just make it worth finding out. She reached down between her legs and leaned back in her chair. She hoped it would be a little while before any more students disturbed her.

Hugo awoke to the indescribably pleasant experience feeling of Astrid’s warm body pressed against him. It had been a late but thoroughly enjoyable night. The little blonde nymphomaniac having demanded several more demonstrations of his telekinetic dexterity linked to creative approaches of delivering his prodigious cock to a joyful union with her seemingly insatiable pussy. He looked over at the clock and realised it was nealy 9 O’clock. He was due to be in his tutorial in a few minutes and he had no clothes on, and he wasn’t entirely sure he knew where to go. He levered himself out from underneath Astrid’s splayed right arm, resulting in a disgruntled groan. He looked down at her and his heart leapt . She was so stunningly wonderfully pretty. It was just beyond belief that she was sharing her bed with him, but he had got tired of poking himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Astrid stretched and opened her eyes. ‘Morning Handsome.’ She said lazily. Hugo grinned ‘Morning yourself. Sorry, I’m late. I’ve got to run.’

Astrid frowned. ‘You must have time for a little cuddle?’ She said drawing back the covers invitingly.

Hugo looked over at the clock and back at the dizzyingly beautiful sight of Astrids naked body. Her hand had already moved to grip his cock. He gulped ‘It really will have to be quick.’

‘Come here lover!’ Astrid demanded, pulling him back down onto the bed.

Half an hour later, Hugo was running down a corridor as fast as his spindly legs could take him, desparately scanning the name plates on the doors, hoping he would find the right one. Eventually, his lungs burning, he found the right door. He pulled himself to a stop, knocked frantically and almost fell inside.

‘You are late Mr Tinkle!’ Said a stern voice, as Hugo stumbled through the door way. ‘I do not tolerate tardiness.’ The voice had the impression of velvet dropped in acid.

The owner of the voice was facing away from him. She was wearing a black bodice, laced at the back. She turned. The bodice had a high raised collar and was cut low and revealing a formidably deep cleavage. Hugo suspected that if his gaze got trapped there it may well take his soul along with it. Beneath the bodice, was a black silk skirt, it was knee length but slashed up one thigh, revealing a long shapely leg. The leg, and it’s counterpart were encased in skin tight leather thigh boots, each of which was laced up the inside. The heels were six inches high and impossibly thin. The clothing was blacker than black. It seemed to drag light into it, in a way that seemed to suggest that after being drawn in, it was beaten about the head with a cudgel and dragged down into a deep dank dungeon. Hugo was aware that he had taken some time taking in the impression that the dramatic clothing left, probably too long. He forced himself to raise his eyes. The face of his tutor was equally formidable. She had dark blue, almost purple eyes, cool thin lips, a dark dusky red. The face was sharp, fierce and terrifyingly beautiful. It was framed by raven black hair that tumbled over her shoulders. It was pulled away from her brow by a black hair clip that seemed to be a naked woman, impaled on a pin. If Helen’s was the face that launched a thousand ships; this was the face that caught them up in a malestrom, whipped them up into the air and smashed them together until the resulting debris spread out over the ocean was made up of pieces no bigger than a matchstick. Miss Pettimore smiled coldly.

‘Well?’ She said.

‘I’m sorry…I got…lost.’ Hugo gasped.

‘Hmmm’ Miss Pettimore murmured rebukefully, and then changed the subject. ‘I understand you met my little sister.’

‘What?’ Hugo replied dumbfounded and terrified in equal measure.

‘You visited a shop last night and roasted and ate last night is my little sister Belinda.’ Miss Pettimore clarified.

‘Your…your sister?’

‘Yes. My sister.’ Miss Pettimore restated, pronouncing the words slowly and clearly just so there could be no mistake.

Hugo sat there blankly, trembling.

Miss Pettimore was beginning to lose patience with the concept of two way communication. ‘She was impressed with your skills, she usually needs to rely on a precast resurrection spell.’

‘Erm’ mumbled Hugo.

Miss Pettimore smiled ‘I suppose she used the “I’m turning 35 so I’m going to get processed line” did she?’

‘Er yea something like that.’ Hugo mumbled meekly.

Miss Pettimore laughed ‘She’s been using that one for most of the last century. She’s such a predictable little snuff slut. Apparently yours was one of her more memorable experiences. That thing you did with her head in particular. She’s decided to keep that going until she picks a nice new body to get grafted onto.’

‘You, you’re not angry?’ Hugo stammered.

‘Why would I be angry. You demonstrated an application of skilled, controlled transubstantial manipulation.’

‘And you don’t mind that I ate your sister?’

The tutor chuckled ‘My little sister is more than capable of looking after herself. How she choses to fulfil her snuff fantasies is her business. She’s been playing with students since long before you were born. I suspect that in reality you had very little choice in the matter.’

Hugo breathed thankfully.

‘Now, let’s get down to business. Sit yourself down and let’s talk about your studies.’ Miss Pettimore instructed, gesturing to one of a pair of leather arm chairs. She sat down on the other and crossed her legs, giving Hugo a worryingly enticing view her stocking clad thighs. He could have sworn she was wearing thigh boots a moment ago, but now her legs were clad in a pair of stilettos and silk stockings. The bodice and skirt appeared to have merged into a dress. It was cut even deeper at the chest, giving Hugo more he was sure that it would be wise to avoid looking at.

‘So, you are a student at the Institute, congratulations, it is a rare honour blah blah blah.’ The tutor stated cynically.

‘The institute’s approach is self directed learning. It is a student’s choice imas to what area of study to pursue. As your tutor, I am here to guide you. You are responsible and will be held accountable for your own actions. For example, if you were to summon a fifth level demonic fiend without knowing the correct binding spell, resulting in havock and mayhem and requiring the intervention of half the faculty to resolve, the punishment would be severe, isn’t that right Ingrid.’ There was a muffled affirmation from the iron maiden in the corner of the room. ‘How long have you been in there now Ingrid?’

‘Five years and three months Miss.’ Said the voice within.’

‘When did I last move the spikes about?’ Miss Pettimore asked?

‘About two months ago Miss, please Miss, I’ve just got used to them Miss.’

‘Hush, hush. You and I both know you secretly enjoy it.’ The tutor stated and clicked her fingers. Hugo, noticed the studs on the fearful contraption slide out, revealing the thick shaft of the brutal skewers the secured, move a few inches in an intricate dance around each other and then slide back in again. There were some agonised screams from the woman shaped box.

‘There there.’ Said the Tutor and waved an arm, bringing down an auditory blanket that hid the screams in the background. ‘As I was saying, you are responsible for your own learning and responsible for the consequences.’ Miss Pettimore restated. She pulled out a shiny piece of paper. ‘This is your timetable. You can see it is blank aside from the weekly tutorials. To maximise efficiency we use a temporally flexible matrix for lectures. You write the lecture you intend to attend on your timetable. If you are deemed admissible the ink will adhere. The lecture will, for you, be at the time that you input it. Once time, that is thectimecthat constitutes your present, has passed, the section on the timetable will be for the following It is up to you how many lectures you attend and how many lectures you attend and how much time you spend in private study. I simply require you to apply yourself. You may approach other tutors for tutorials in a specific area. They will decide whether they deign to meet with you. You will remain responsible to me until I deem you to be capable of independent study. Student’s who fail to apply themselves are…excluded. I have high standards Mr Tinkle I expect you to struggle to meet them.’ She fixed her gaze on him and smiled coldly.

Hugo gulped.

‘Do you have any questions Mr Tinkle?’

‘Er un where, I mean um, could you give me a suggestion as to where best to start?’ Hugo asked.

‘I would suggest basic pure theomagimathematics. It’s clear you have significant innate abilities, you should learn the theory that underpins them.’ Miss Pettimore advised. ‘Any more questions?’ She asked impatiently.

‘Am I right in thinking you don’t tutor a lot of new students?’ Hugo asked.

‘No Mr Tinkle, I do not.’ Miss Pettimore replied matter of factly. ‘Is that all Mr Tinkle?’ She asked standing up.

‘Erm yes Miss.’ Said Hugo standing and moving towards the door. ‘Er just one question Miss. He said studying the long flowing dress his tutor was now wearing.

‘Yes Mr Tinkle.’

‘Are you wearing demons?’

‘Very perceptive Mr Tinkle.’ Miss Pettimore replied and for a brief moment her attire faded into a dark mist, giving Hugo a shadowy glimpse of her sensational naked body.

‘Erm’ spluttered Hugo

‘Weren’t you leaving Mr Tinkle?’ Asked Miss Pettimore commandingly, her clothing re materialising into a skin tight catsuit that clung to her lithe curves so tightly that it made her seem even more naked than before.

‘Er um yes Miss. Er um bye Miss.’ Hugo stuttered, stumbling out the door.

Once it had closed, Miss Pettimore stared at the door in disbelief ‘How in the gods names does can so much power reside in…such an unlikely vessel?’

‘As a vessel goes it has it’s plus points.’ Said Belinda as her disembodied head floated round the corner.

‘You’re not going on about that bloody cock again are you?’ Miss Pettimore said exasperatedly.

‘Serena! Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking about it when you flashed him, and treated him to the may as well be naked, little number you’re wearing.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ Denied Miss Pettimore.

Belinda floated down to her sister’s crotch and sniffed. ‘I can smell you’re arousal.’

‘You are an encourageable little slut Belinda Pettimore.’ Said the tutor sitting back down in her chair and spreading her legs.

‘You can talk, your snatch is dripping like a fountain.’ Belinda replied as the crotch of Serena’s cat suit faded into mist.’

‘Just shut up and lick Little Sister!’ Miss Pettimore commanded, burying Belinda’s face in her moist pussy.

Hugo stood in the corridor outside and looked down at the blank timetable. He figured that he may as well make a start to his studies. He took a pen out of his pocket and scribbled ‘Basic Theomagimathematics’ into the slot on the timetable that was due to start in ten minutes. The ink reformed into a neat semi-cursive scroll, that included the name of the lecture, the room location and the name of the lecturer, a Miss Penelopy Lightfoot. The back of the timetable had a useful map and Hugo’s present location and the room the lecture was based on were glowing. It was rather a shame he hadn’t had this earlier when he was trying to find his tutorial, Hugo pondered and set off for his lesson.

Hugo arrived just as the lecture was about to begin. There were about fifteen other students in there. All female; most attractive enough to cause a surge of nervous panic rise up in the young Wizard. Those that turned to look at him as he entered either gave him a look of withering disdain or glanced at his cod-piece and giggled to the girl next to them. The only free desk was right at the front do Hugo had to pick his was across the room to sit down. The lecturer got up from her seat where she’s been reviewing the attendance list. She looked barely older than any of the students. She was wearing a powder blue woollen over a white blouse and a short pleated grey skirt. The cardigan was stretched over a perky but prominent bosom. Her legs were bare and she wore a pair of sensible looking sandals with heels just high enough to give a bit of emphasis to her shapely calves and as she turned to write her name on the board Hugo noted that the bottom contained beneath the skirt looked nice and perky too. She smiled at Hugo as he say down and gave him what looked to be a little wave of recognition. Hugo was fairly sure he had never met her in his life and made the assumption that the wave was aimed at the person behind him.

‘I’m Miss Lightfoot, but you can call me Penny’ the lecturer said brightly as she turned back round. I’m here to teach you the basics of theomagimathematics. I know this will be the first lecture for some of you. I know it was mine when I started here four years ago. It’s all a continuous learning curve from now. I’m still studying under Miss Firmbottom myself this is the first opportunity I’ve had to teach so I hope it goes ok. Everyone comes to the institute with different levels of theoretical knowledge so this first class really just goes over the basics to ensure everyone has the right foundation. Next time you pencil in the lecture you’ll automatically be slotted into the one that matches you level of understanding.’ Miss Lightfoot babbled energetically. She was very pretty and Hugo loved the way her chestnut hair bounced as she moved about.

‘OK, so to understand theomagimathematics you need to understand some basic physics. Please bear with me’ Penny explained. ‘The first law of thermodynamics states that in any closed system, the level of energy is constant. The second laws states that although the total amount of energy in a closed system remains constant, the amount of useable energy will always decrease, leading to an increase in entropy. Entropy is a term that can most easily be thought of as disorder.’ She turned round to scribble some notes on the board, causing her little skirt to rise up and give the class the delightful sight of her lacy blue knickers. ‘So basically in physical terms you can’t create energy, and once energy is released in a system it tends to dissapate until that system reaches equilibrium. Is that clear?’ Most of the class, Hugo included, murmured ‘Yes’, or nodded. There were however a few blank faces. ‘Ok let me give an example. Using some of the stored chemical energy in my body, I convert it onto chemical energy and throw this chalk into the air. ' She said, chucking up the piece in her hand, it rose slowly. ‘Gravity and friction act on the chalk and it slows, reaching the point where the gravitational force is greater than the kinetic energy I exerted. The chalk falls down. It hits the floor with a crack.’ She pointed down just as the chalk hit the floor and split. It was held for a moment, frozen in time so that the little cloud of dust bursting from the fizzure was clearly visible to the class. The sound of the crack was held in the air too, echoing round the classroom; and then the movement started again. ‘We see the two pieces of chalk rolling on the floor, gradually slowed by friction, the dust particles slowly settle and everything stops. All the forces acting on the chalk have cancelled each other out. It’s in equillibrium. And see how much more disordered it is than it was before. The energy I put into it has been spent, creating this disorder. That’s thermodynamics in action.’ Penny looked round the class, looking for signs of cognition, it seemed most had managed to grasp it, though one big titted blonde was still scratching her head. Penny decided to continue for the benefit of the majority. ‘So in physical terms, that piece of chalk has been broken. The bonds that fused together have broken. Their energy had been replaced. So how do I do this?’ She asked clicking her fingers. The two pieces of chalk slid back across the floor clicked together in a small implosion of dust, rose up into the air in a high arc and dropped back down into Penny’s hand. A small burst of applause ran round the classroom some of the girls were clearly very impressed. Hugo smiled and clapped politely. It was a neat trick, but one he could do in his sleep. ‘So how did I do that? How did I defy the laws of Physics?’ Penny posited. The class looked back with particular type of silence that only exists in classrooms after a teacher has just asked a question. When brains are whirring, not just to find the answer, but also to calculate the social benefits or pitfalls of being the one to answer.

‘Using magic!’ Said big-tits breaking the silence enthusiastically.

‘Erm yes erm sorry what’s your name?’ Penny said, rather disarmed by the banality of the answer.

‘Crystal Miss.’ Said blondie.

‘Er yes Crystal. I used magic. What I meant was, how did the magic I used, manage to overcome the laws of Physics?’

The class was quiet again. Crystal’s unguarded leap into the realm of cognitive reasoning had sowed some seeds of uncertainty within the group.

‘Isn’t magic all to do with Thaum and stuff?’ Said a raven haired goth looking girl on the back row.’

‘Yes.’ Said Penny, looking at the register ‘Delia isn’t it? Yes that’s right. Magic is all to do with Thaum.’ She turned round to write this on the board, leaving out the ‘and stuff’. ‘In terms of my original question, technically I didn’t break the laws of physics. However I did do something very improbable, which caused a significant decrease in entropy this required a significant input of energy. What I added was Thaumic energy. The power of magic is to devine and direct Thaum.’ Penny looked around to see if the class was still following. Crystal and a couple of others were looking a bit blank but the rest of them seemed to still be engaged. ‘Ok here’s where we build Thaum into the equation.’ She explained ‘Thaumic energy is all around us. It’s a trans-dimensional energy field that’s spread throughout the mutiverse. Magi have an innate ability to draw on Thaumic energy and apply it to natural systems to decrease entropy. As far as a non-magi would see it, it’s like creating energy from nothing. There are no physical devices that can detect Thaumic energy so it looks like magic is defying the laws of thermodynamics. In reality, it’s more like bending them.’ Penny could see that a fair few of the class were flagging now but she was into her stride and of they couldn’t keep up then to be fair there wasn’t much point them being there anyway. ‘So’ she said writing an equation on the board. If E is the physical energy in the system and F is the free energy released by an event and dS is the change in entropy then Th = E - FxdS. Is that clear?’ All faces but Hugo’s were blank. She looked to him for support. ‘I think I get it.’ Hugo said. According to the first law of thermodynamics, in a conventional physical event E would equal FxdS as the total amount of energy in the system remains constant. However when you do something magical, you decrease entropy which would make that side of the equation negative. That can’t happen unless there’s some extra energy from somewhere and that’s the amount of Thaum that’s required.’

‘Correct’ said Miss Lightfoot. This was news to most of the class except Delia who seemed to be catching up.

‘So what is the most important thing you need to know before starting a magical process?’ Penny asked?

‘How much Thaum is around?’ Suggested Delia uncertainly.

‘No.’ Hugo contradicted her. ‘Thaum is everywhere. What you need to know is how much entropy you’re going to decrease. That way you know how much Thaum you need, too little and you can’t get your spell to work, too much and things go boom.’

‘Exactly!’ Said Penny. ‘And Entropy Assessments will be the topic of the next class. Those of you who are interested book on to it. ‘For those of you who aren’t, well you don’t need to know the theory if you’re doing low level stuff but quite a lot of the advanced applied classes require basic theomagimathematical comprehension.’

Hugo grinned at her and pulled out his timetable. He wrote in the class in the next time slot but it just faded away. He looked at the paper quizically and tried again. The same thing happened.

He looked up. The rest of the class had filed out. Miss Lightfoot was looking at him pleasantly. ‘Er I can’t seem to book onto the next class. I know it’s close together but I thought with the temporal matrix that wouldn’t be a problem.’ He said

Penny smiled ‘It’s not that. It’s just that there’s no point. You clearly understand the basic principles and your innate ability means that you’re already doing the entropy assessments without realising it. What would you be thinking about if I asked you to lift up my desk?’ She asked.

‘I guess I’d consider how much it weighed versus the gravity acting on it.’ Hugo suggested.

‘Exactly. It’s simple. You could try and create a massively complex equation around all the molecules you’re having to order underneath it actually calculate the entropy, but you can also look at the force needed to achieve the result, or the free energy used if entropy remained constant and then just balance the equation.’ She explained. ‘It’s much easier to do that intuitively.’

‘I’d still like to be sure I know what I’m doing.’ Hugo said, ‘So I know how far I can push things.’

Penny smiled again. ‘Ok. Relax and try to empty your mind.’ She said.

Hugo closed his eyes and breathed out. Suddenly his mind was full of a detailed knowledge of theomagimathematical theory. From Entropy Assessments to complex Thaumic Transduction. He was surprised to find that nearly all of it, simply applied terminology to stuff he had already worked out for himself. Having the basic principles to work from though, suddenly made everything clearer.

‘Wow.’ He said simply.

‘See. I told you you knew it all.’ Penny said grinning.

‘I’ve never experienced Telepathy before. Could you teach me the basics. I mean if that’s ok. I know I should book a lecture really.’

‘Don’t worry it’s fine.’ Penny said. ‘I’m free for the rest of the day. I’m not an expert but I can give you the basics. From a theomagimathematical point of view it’s quite simple. To project a thought, all one needs to do is focus on it. The level of concentration needed to define the thought or area of knowledge, reflects the Thaumic energy needed to project it. Once that’s defined you simply need to double it to enable you to implant it into your target’s mind. There are other factors like whether the target is resistive to the projection but you can get a sense of them by practice.Why don’t you try? Something simple. Give me a compliment.’

Hugo concentrated. There were quite a few compliments he could think of one in particular stood out in his mind. It wast exactly gallant but it was clear. He grasped it, drew in the necessary Thaum and imagined it appearing in Penny’s mind.

The pretty brunette grinned. ‘Don’t worry, I think they’re one of my best features too.’ she said cupping her breasts and giving them a playful bounce. ‘You just need to work on not sending the meta-thoughts along too. I don’t need to know that you’re embarassed about telling me my tits look great.’

Hugo blushed.

‘It’s fine. Like I said. I’m proud of them. You got the message across really clearly. It takes practice to keep out the meta-thoughts.’ Penny consoled him.

‘So how does it work the other way?’ How do you read minds. Hugo asked.

‘Well that’s a little bit trickier. It’s more organic and really depends a lot on whether what you’re reading is something the other person is giving freely. The easiest way is to project a question and ask the target to project it back.’

Hugo suddenly found his mind being asked his favorite ice cream flavour. The word chocolate was already being passed back almost before he was aware of it.

‘You see.’ Said Penny, ‘You got the question and the impulse to project it. Now you try.’

Hugo concentrated there was a question that was lingering in his head since the last exchange. He projected it out and instantly received the reply ‘DD’

Penny was grinning ‘I see you’ve got a one track mind. How about we build on that. I’m going to project you a question with strong impulse to project the answer. I want you to try and resist.’

Hugo suddenly found himself trying not to let Penny know how much he would like to see her tits. The thought sprung up in his head. He fought to bury it. Penny giggled.

‘You can’t fight the thought. Fight the projection. Try again.’

This time he found himself thinking about how much he liked her bottom. He let it well up, there was no pint denying it, it was a very fine behind, but he resisted the urge to project. What he projected back was ‘No!’

‘You don’t like my bottom?’ Penny said pouting playfully. She turned round and lifted her skirt. ‘Are you sure?’ Hugo gulped. Penny turned back giggling again. ‘That was good. I didn’t get it at all. Well not telepathically anyway. Your face is another thing though.’

Hugo blushed even deeper than before. Penny took a couple of steps towards him. ‘Ok now you try on me. Ask me something personal, when you sense my resistance try and overcome it. Think laterally about how you might break my defence.’

Hugo thought of a question. He felt the resistance quite forcefully. It didn’t come with any language but was a definate blank response. He increased the impulse to project but met with a sterner defence. Think laterally he thought and popped open the buttons on Penny’s cardigan and blouse. The lovely lecturer squeaked as her tops flew open and instinctively covered her chest. Hugo sent her a heavy impression of his appreciation of her breasts and then quickly probed her again.

‘Three days ago and in the library. Really?’ He asked

‘Yes really.’ And before try don’t even bother asking who. Penny said scowling playfully ‘I’ll really resist that. Nice distraction technique not exactly subtle but it worked.’

Hugo grinned and noticed that Penny had dropped her hands to her sides. Her breasts really were lovely. Her bra framed them beautifully. He sensed her probing his thoughts. ‘Why don’t you see if you can get me to show you more of them’ he heard in his mind.

Hugo projected the thought.

‘You’ll have to try harder than that. Mind control only though. I know you could physically get me to take it off.’

Hugo focused. He projected the thought and then an affirmation, he reminded her of how proud she was of her tits and how she should be glad to show then off. Quickly he asked her If she wasn’t a little excited, asked her how moist she was asked her to imagine him using telekinesis to stroke her clit, asked her how it would feel if he took physical control of her body. He sensed her arousal at the idea and asked her hard to try not to touch herself and then told her it was ok to show him her breasts if that was what she wanted.

Penny found herself peeling down her brastraps reflexively.

Hugo beamed.

‘That was brilliant!’ Penny said, letting the bra drop to the floor. ‘Oo you really got my juices flowing there. I bet you could give my clit a real work out if you put your mind to it.

Hugo took this as an invitation. He reached out and and a pair of ethereal fingers stroked up Penny’s thigh. She looked at him and breathed in deeply, cupping her breasts. He stroked up round over her buttocks, his touch light and feathery.

‘Mmm that feels good’ Penny said, playing with her stiff nipples.

Hugo reached into her mind. Tell me all you know about telepathy, he coaxed, his remote touch tracing over the crotch of her panties. Penny opened up and projected her knowledge to him. He assimilated it and then reached deeper into her mind as his touch slipped inside her knickers and stroked over the downy fluff of her muff. Penny parted her lips and gasped. Hugo extracted everything she knew about theomagimathematics, her understanding of dimensional theory, her latest research. His non existant fingers slipped into her dripping pussy. He probed deeper, physically and mentally. Penny gasped with pleasure and then suddenly seemed to realise how deep he was in her mind. ‘Hey get out, enough.’ She projected. Hugo felt her resistance and wanted to see if he could break it when she was really trying. He frigged her more vigorously and drove hard at her resistance.

‘No!’ Penny cried out and put up a thicker wall but Hugo caught her Meta-thoughts, her fear, her anxiety, her panic that he would find away through. Hugo was telekinetically ploughing into her cunt now and chased down the rogue thoughts she had let escape. Bound around them were the tiny gaps in her defence that she had tried to hide he hid that he had spotted them and seemed to back off, sent her a reassurance and told her to just relax an enjoy what he was doing to her body. He caressed her all over, staying on the outskirts of her mind reading her feelings to gauge the effectiveness of his touch. Penny moaned softly swaying slightly, leaning back into his invisible grip allowing herself to be cosseted by him. Her skirt and knickers slid down her thighs and the pneumatic phallus that was driving in and out of her increased it’s tempo. He urged her to give in to the pleasure, coaxed her to relax more deeply and give in to the sensations, covered her body in light feathery kisses as he rammed deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Hugo released his codpiece and started stroking his cock as he watched the beautiful lecturer writhe around in his telekinetic embrace. She was groaning with pleasure now, crying out in little gasps as he plunged into her. He stroked himself faster and bang her harder and deeper with his thaumaturgic cock. She was crying out loudly now begging him not to stop begging him to fuck her even harder, her mind louder than her voice. He pounded her relentlessly, commanded her to play with herself, to knead her tits, to pinch her nipples. He had balled his telekinetic energy into a fist and was ramming it in uo to the elbow, so hard he practically literally her up off the floor. Penny threw back her head and cried orgasmically as her climax hit and wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her.

Hugo drove back into her mind. He drilled his way through the little gaps he had discovered tearing his way into her inner psyche. Penny was too lost in her orgasm to be able to defend him. Hugo devoured her knowledge, her memories, of childhood, of relationships her aspirations, her anxieties, he hopes, her fears, her strengths, her insecurities. He sensed something else that she was trying to keep from him, a last line of defence. He went for it.

‘Please, please Hugo. No!’ Penny projected with all her might, along with the hurt and anguish she was feeling. It hit Hugo so forcefully that it literally knocked him backwards. He recoiled, letting Penny go, pulling out of her mind. He unconciously dropped his telekinetic hold on her as well and she crumpled to the floor twitching. A small trickle of blood was running from one of her nostrils.

‘Penny…Penny, are you OK.’ Hugo asked desperately, using his natural voice.

There was no reply. He asked the same question telepathically. All that he felt in return was pain. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.’ He projected.

There was a faint whisper of a response. ‘You broke me Hugo. You ripped up my mind. All those parts of me which I need to keep hidden, all the unwanted memories, of every pain I’ve ever felt. You pulled them all out.’

‘I…I..Penny I’m so sorry. I thought it was a challenge.’

‘At first you did Hugo. But then you knew you had gone to far. You knew I was truly trying to defend myself and you still pushed your way in.’

‘I’m sorry. I, I didn’t want to hurt you.’

‘I know you didn’t Hugo, but you did.’

‘What can I do to make it better?’ Hugo projected, verbally he was just sobbing.

‘I can’t live like this. I can’t live with the feeling of vulnerability that you’ve left. You’ve torn out eveything that was personal to me. Also, I think I’ve had some kind of stroke. I can’t move. Hugo will you kill me please.’ Penny asked.

‘But surely there must be something we can do to fix you. There must be healing magic.’

‘I’m sure my body can be fixed but I don’t think there’s anything that can be done for my mind. I just feel so open, so exposed. I can’t bear it. Please Hugo, will you end it for me. End the pain.’ Penny asked sadly.

‘I’m so so sorry.’ Hugo reiterated.

‘I know. You’re a good person Hugo, you’re just more powerful than you realise. What you did to my body was amazing by the way. That was a climax worth dying for. You can use my body when I’m gone if you like. I can see you’re still hard.’

Hugo looked down at her, she was covered in a sheen of sweat and did look seriously tasty. The idea of screwing her dead body was not one that would have occurred to Hugo of its own accord but now the idea had been raised it was rather tempting.

‘I quite like the idea actually.’ Encouraged Penny. ‘I don’t know what happens in the afterlife but if I get to look down at you fucking my corpse that would be kind of hot.’

‘Really?’ Asked Hugo.

‘Yea, that cock of yours looks really neat and I kind of like the idea of being used.’

‘I could fuck you before I kill you if you like. That way you’ll definately get to enjoy it.’

‘No thank you.’ Said Penny ‘Can you just get on with snuffing me and then have your way with my body. I’m still in quite a lot of pain.’

‘Er okay. Any preferences?’

‘Something quick please’.

‘Are you really sure about this?

‘Yes. Hugo will you please kill me.’

Hugo gave her head a quick telekinetic wrench and snapped her neck. Her body twitched for a moment and then went limp. He looked down at her and she looked gorgeous. Her nice ripe breasts stood proud on her chest and her pussy was visibly oozing juices. Her face looked at peace. He levitated her up. Her head flopped back unnaturally so he gave it some support. ‘If you’re out there Miss Lightfoot’ Hugo projected ‘I hope you enjoy the show. He floated Penny’s sexy corpse over to his crotch, took hold of her thighs and pulled her onto his cock. He Squelched into her dead pussy it was still surprisingly tight. He started to swing her in and out, loving the way her big pendulous breasts bounced with the movement. Her cunt was still warm and moist and felt great as it slid up and down his shaft. He picked up the case, screwing the pretty Penny’s sexy corpse more vigorously slamming her on and off of his thick prick. He had already brought himself close to cumming while he had been wanking to the sight of the beautiful brunette being ravished by his telekinetic ministrations. He pumped her hard and fast Ramming the full length of his member into her unfeeling body. He gripped her lucious tits and gave them a good squeeze as he drove himself to a climax and then sighed with pleasure as his balls released. He pulled Penny’s body off him, dropped her to her knees and blew his load over her pretty little face before shoving his cock between her unresisting lips. He took control of the body and had her lick him clean. He was surprised at the level of control he was able to exert. Dead Penny gave good head. He had her carry on until he regained his erection and would have happily had her corpse blow him till he blew again but felt a vibration from his timetable. He reached into his pocket and opened it up. In the current time slot it read “Urgent Tutorial. Miss Pettimore’s Office (Bring Miss Lightfoot).”

As much as it’s still largely unwritten, I have a sense that this tale will have it’s dark moments. I hope to keep the humour in their too though.

Hugo pulled out of Penny’s mouth hurridley. ‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.’ He thought, thinking back to Miss Pettimore’s earlier conversation around responsibility for ones actions.

With some difficulty he forced his turgid todger back inside his codpiece and fastened it up. He looked at Penny’s corpse which was still kneeling dutifully. There was cum dribbling down her cheeks and chin and dripping onto her tits. He looked around for something to clean her up with and settled on her cardigan. It wasn’t like the corpse was likely to catch a chill. He wiped the spunk from her face and chest and using a bit of spit he cleaned up the dried blood from her nose. Then, with a bit of effort and encouraging various body parts move to help him he redressed Penny’s corpse. He studied the result. She looked a bit dishevelled but otherwise not too bad. Aside from the way her head was twisted round and nodding back over her left shoulder. He straightened it up and had it look forwards. Then he practiced making Penny at first he only succeeded in having her shuffling round like a zombie from the living dead films. Then he tried a different approach. He thought back to how Penny had moved when she was alive, the perky bounce to her step. He visualised it and then directed the corpse to move the same way. It was an astounding success. He had another look, recent red her eyes and smiled to himself. It would take a close inspection to realise she was dead. He concentrated for a while, making a complex entropic calculation, then devined the required amount of Thaum and a little more for contingencies and stored it in an easily accessible dimensional bubble inside Penny’s chest. With that he had the copse he now christened ‘ZombiePen’ set off for Miss Pettimore’s office and followed on behind.

ZombiePen walked perkily down the corridor. Hugo grinned as he reflected on the fact that her bottom looked pert and cheeky as it had while she was still alive. He honed his technique as they went, even going so far as to have ZombiePen give a little smile and a wave to a student walking down the corridor, who smiled back and flicked her hair flirtily. He was so impressed by the result that he forgot to move out of the way himself until the last movement and almost stumbled trying not to clumsily collide with the girl. She gave him a look of disdain and then carried on. ‘For fucks sake, I’ve got worse social skills than a bloody corpse. This really is a new low.’ He thought.

They made it without further incident to Miss Pettimore’s office. Hugo considered sending ZombiePen in first but thought better of it. He knocked ob the door and entered sheepishly. ZombiePen followed more confidently.

Miss Pettimore was standing there looking at him sternly. She was dressed similarly to how he had first met her. He was very glad she wasn’t wearing the catsuit. She walked over to ZombiePen and studied her closely. ‘This is one of the best reanimations I’ve ever witnessed Mr Tinkle. You achieved this purely through Transubstantial Manipulation?’ She asked.

‘Er yes Miss Pettimore.’ Hugo replied.

‘Its a shame you had to kill one of our brightest doctoral students to achieve it.’

‘I’m sorry Miss Pettimore. I…I’

‘Don’t you dare blubber in my office Mr Tinkle and don’t apologise. You did what needed to be done and cleaned up your own mess.’

‘I’m not in trouble?’ Hugo asked.

‘Why on earth would you be in trouble. Miss Lightfoot underestimated your power and you broke her mind. You then out her out of her misery. We will need to find another Theomagimathematics lecturer, but I’m sure we can dig up another doctoral student somewhere. I take it this proved an object lesson in power and responsibility.’

‘So er you wanted the tutorial for a different reason?’ Hugo asked.

‘I didn’t want a tutorial at all.’ Miss Pettimore said dismissively. ‘My sister did.’

She turned away, picked up a book walked over to her chair and sat down, crossing her legs. Her clothes had rearranged themselves and Hugo was treated to a disturbing amount of thigh.

Belinda’s head floated round the corner. ‘Hi Hugo, or should I say Huge-O.’ She chirped, drawing a look of derision from her sister.

‘Hi Belinda. Er you’re still, er without a body then?’

‘Yea, I haven’t got round to growing one back yet, and now I’m wondering whether to bother. I thought I might just was well get myself grafted onto Penny here. Do you fancy learning a bit of restorative magic?’ She asked.

‘That would be cool.’ Hugo agreed enthusiastically.

‘Great. Lop her head off then. There’s a sword over there being held by that suit of armour. You really do go in for the gothic chic look, don’t you?’ She said, directing this last sentence at Serena, who made a point of ignoring her.

‘Er you want me to just chop her head off’ checked Hugo.

‘Yea, what’s stopping you, you didn’t have a problem chopping mine off and I was still alive.’ Belinda reminded him.

‘Erm yea no, erm I suppose it just feels kind of disrespectful. A bit like kicking someone when they’re down.’

‘Look, I’m not going to graft my head on next to hers and walk around with two of them. I’d look like a freak. Now get on with it. Chop chop.’ Belinda instructed, grinning.

‘Really Sister. Please. If you insist on doing this in my office could you avoid the cringeworthy puns.’ Miss Pettimore requested dryly.

‘Oh you are such an old mope Serena. Come on Hugo, before she decomposes.’ Belinda said grinned more widely.

Hugo lifted the sword out of its scabbard and floated it over to ZombiePen. He raised it up, calculated the force needed and swung it through her slender neck. Penny’s pretty young head fell forward. Hugo instinctively had her body catch it.

‘Thats the ticket.’ Said Belinda floating over to inspect the stump. ‘OK it’s time for you to learn what to do next. Come on inside my head. You can take any knowledge you find, If I reflexively put up any walls just ask before you knock them down. Just stay out of my psyche, you know what that feels like, don’t push against it.

Hugo instinctively looked over to Miss Pettimore for permission. ‘It her mind. It’s not up to me who she invites round.’ The tutor said ‘Don’t even think about coming near mine!’ She projected sharply.

Hugo grimaced. He had caught an echo of the power behind his tutor’s projection and it had been quite formidable. He looked over at Belinda, who was waiting expectantly, and delved into her brain.’

He was amazed at how much Belinda had made available for him. If stealing Penny’s knowledge had been like emptying a shelf of books; Belinda was offering him a whole library. She winked at him. ‘Help yourself’ she said. The bulk of her knowledge was in restorative magic, he drew it in, learning all manner of healing, transmogrification, reanimation and resurrection spells. Belinda was a serious necromancer and gave him everything she knew. Along with this, his understanding of telepathy grew dramatically, he learn’t how to enter a mind stealthily without its owner knowing, improved his mind control, learnt numerous clever tricks to break down defences and conversely how to build defences himself. He learnt the basics of demonology and got confirmation of what he already suspected, that Miss Pettimore was the real expert in this area. He got a smattering of basic knowledge in several other areas. He got a long lifetime’s worth of wisdom; mistakes made, lessons learned and a rich understanding of the history and politics of the institute. Belinda had deliberately avoided becoming part of the main faculty, but by drifting round the edges and looking in she had learnt a great deal about how it functioned. Hugo also learn’t an astounding number of cookery recipes. It seemed there was barely a way Belinda hadn’t had herself served up over the years. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was a slut for pain and constantly hungry for sex. Hugo drunk it all in, filled his mind with her knowledge slurping out everything she was willing to give him. He avoided the temptation to delve any deeper, not least because he could sense Miss Pettimore keeping a watching brief. He pulled out of the red-head’s mind and closed his own, sealing it tight shut. He looked over at Miss Pettimore who gave him an inscrutable look.

‘Woo that felt like you sucked my brains out with a straw.’ Belina exclaimed. ‘I can’t believe you took all of that in one hit.’

‘37 seconds. To absorb 253 years of knowledge and wisdom. I think it is probably fair to say that’s unprecedented.’ Stated Miss Pettimore cooly.

‘You er, you wouldn’t be able to do that?’ Hugo asked his tutor. Belinda turned to look at her sister with an amused grin.

‘No Mr Tinkle, I would not.’ Miss Pettimore replied matter of factly. ‘I suspect it would take me several hours to do the mind reading and months to assimilate all the information. Before you closed your mind down, it was clear to me that this was something you were achieving instantly.’

‘Oh, I thought that was normal.’ Hugo said

‘No Mr Tinkle, it is not.’ Corrected Miss Pettimore.

‘Oh’ said Hugo.

‘Is anyone going to do anything about putting my head on that sexy young body? I mean some time today if that’s not too much to ask?’ Belinda interjected playfully.

‘Er yea sorry’ said Hugo and he reached over, took hold of her head and plonked it onto Penny’s neck stump (the latter having remained standing and, still holding its previous noggin). Hugo did a quick non-verbal incantation and the red-head fused with her new body. Hugo took a step back, the resulting neck was somewhat lengthier than usual, what with him having decapitated Belinda closer to the shoulder than he had Penny. He cast a quick morph and the neck shrunk by an inch and all the connections sorted themself so there were no weird abnormalities going on. He reached over and tweaked a nipple.

‘Ow’ said Belinda.

‘The nerve connections work then. Can you move properly?’ Hugo asked.

Belinda walked over to study herself in the mirror. It took a couple of steps for her to find her balance but she soon got into her stride. She examined herself. ‘Hmmm’ she murmured and unbuttoned the blouse, slipping it over her shoulders and then slipping the skirt and panties off her hips. ‘I’m not sure my current look quite works with this body. For starters the rug doesn’t match the curtains. What do you think should I stay red or go to brunette?’

Miss Pettimore looked her sister over. ‘I think you’ve done your bit for the ginger cause my dear. I’d go brown if I were you.’

‘I think you’re right. Can you sort me out Hugo, and take a few years off as well, this is a body made for the early 20’s I think. If you want to add a few personal touches feel free.’ Belinda requested.

Hugo flicked through his mental index card of the various transmogrifications he could use. He worked on the hair first. A wave of chestnut brown flowed down it, from root to tip, with a few brighter highlights giving it done extra vibrancy. He straightened out the curls and just gave it a natural wave. He worked on her face next, smoothing out the sone of the tell-take signs of aging, rounding it out a little, shrinking her nose a touch, making her lips a little fuller and more pouty. Lastly, for no particular reason other than practicing his new skills, he grew her tits another cup-size, keeping them just as high and firm and added just a soupson more meat to her rump, after all he suspected it may not be too long before Belinda offered him the chance to dine on it.

The newly refashioned brunette, gave herself a twirl, admiring herself from several angles. ‘I like it.’ She said. ‘I like it a lot.’

Hugo smiled. ‘In consideration of your predilections, I took the liberty of doubling the nerve endings in your erogenous zones, and cross linking your pain and pleasure centers a bit.’

‘Is it just me or did he just actually complete an actual sentence?’ Belinda asked her sister, winking at Hugo.

Miss Pettimore smiled. ‘I believe he did. Belinda. Now I think we should dismiss Mr Tinkle so that I can undertake some quality control of your new form, I may need to pay particular attention to those sensitivities he mentioned.’ She said, standing up and walking over to her sister.

‘You play nice Serena, I don’t want to have to get Hugo to spend all night making repairs. Here Big Boy, have a souvenir.’ She said, tossing him Penny’s head. I’ll pop round for a bite of my old self to eat later if that’s okay I assume you haven’t gobbled me all up yet.’

Hugo had enough insight into his natural coordination to know that he was likely to make a complete hash of catching the flying noggin, so he guided it into his grasp. ‘No we’ve got plenty left at least’ he ponders for a moment ‘Erm how far away is this from my actual present?’ He asked.

‘Ah good to see you’re getting your head round the temporal matrix.’ Miss Pettimore said. ‘Four days.’

‘Well I’ll make sure we keep back a nice bit of thigh.’

‘You can leave now Mr Tinkle’ Miss Pettimore said, wrapping her arms around her sister’s luscious curves, her clothing dematerialising as she did so. Leaving her gloriously naked apart from her boots.

Hugo lingered just long enough to see the two sisters melt into each other to share a long sensual kiss, one that was evidently performed for his benefit. He obviously would have expected this from Belinda but… He wondered what Miss Pettimore was up to. As he reached the door, He risked a surreptitious glance into her thoughts. The sexy sorceress broke of her kiss and fixed her gaze on him. Hugo used all of his will power and held it. Miss Pettimore smiled seductively, drawing her sister tighter into her embrace. ‘As I said Mr Tinkle you may leave now. I look forward to our next tutorial. I guarantee we will be alone.’ She projected. Hugo caught some meta-thoughts. He managed to make it out of the door before he gulped.

the young wizard had the most ridiculous hard on. He looked down at Penny’s sexy little head, she was staring up with an expression of blank contentment. He wondered how far down the corridor the nearest empty office was and set about finding out.

Ten minutes later, Hugo sighed contentedly as Penny’s head expertly lapped up the last of his cum. He tucked his todger away and slightly sheepishly snuck back into the corridor before walking back to his room with a spring in his step. He couldn’t help noticing the looks that the couple of girls he passed gave him. The first was one of honest to goodness terror (he was carryng a severed head after all), the second was of fearful respect. Given that this came from a rather attractive post doctoral demonologist, he was rather satisfied. He slipped inside her mind and learnt everything she knew without breaking his stride then projected an image of him banging the hell out of her and gave her a delicate little orgasm for her trouble, whistling to himself casually as he walked away.

He strolled the rest of his way to his room and opened the door to discover the the delightful sight of Astrid curled up on the sofa reading a TM text book in her underwear. A pencil was hovering tentatively in front of her.

‘Hi Beautiful.’ He projected.

‘Hi Handsome…Hey neat trick.’ She replied as it dawned on her how she had heard his introduction. The pencil clattered to the floor. ‘Oops. How on earth do you manage to keep your concentration when you’re doing this…. Who’s head is that?’

Hugo started projecting everything that had happened that day, along with everything he had learnt.

Astrid clutched her head and screamed like a pretty girl getting gutted in a slasher flick.

Hugo stopped and rushed over to her, she was sobbing uncontrollably. For a horrible moment he thought that he had repeated what had happened with Penny. He burst into tears himself.

‘Hugo, Hugo it’s okay.’ He heard in his mind. Astrid wrapped her arms round him and hugged him tight. ‘I’m sorry I just couldn’t take it all. All that knowledge all that power, all that emotion. That poor girl, what you did to her. Hugo…’

Hugo shrank away from her, the emotion she projected, fear and vulnerability, horrified him. He looked at her shivering and worried that he had lost her, terrified that now she had seen the dark power he could unleash she would only ever fear him.

Astrid crawled back up the sofa and closed the space between them. ‘Hugo. You won’t ever lose me.’ She said and kissed him tenderly. ‘This being able to read each other’s thoughts thing is pretty cool isn’t it. It means we can snog and keep on talking.’ She projected, slipping her tongue inside Hugo’s mouth. Hugo drew her close to him and a little thought escaped unbidden. Astrid giggled. ‘Yea, we could talk while I do that too. Although it looks like you have options for getting head.’ She projected, kissing him deeper and reaching down to unfasten his codpiece. She sighed contentedly as she slipped her hand in to stroke hid already rigid shaft. ‘Come on handsome.’ She said verbally breaking the kiss. ‘Lets move this next door. She stood up and lead him to the bedroom by his cock.

Hugo grinned as Astrid pulled off his clothes and pushed him back onto the bed. She slipped out of her skimpy undergarments and crawled on top of him. It suddenly dawned on Hugo that he hadn’t attempted to enter Astrid’s mind, beyond reading the surface thoughts that she was deliberately making available to him. Astrid read what he was thinking. ‘You can come in if you like. You can open me up complety. There’s nothing that I’ve got to hide from you Hugo. Just wait till you’re inside me downstairs before you come in upstairs. The thought of sharing myself with you really turns me on.

‘Before I do, can I ask you a question’ he said closing his mind.

‘Anything, you’ll get the answer soon enough anyway.’ The beautiful blonde said, stroking his prick.

‘Did you, erm I mean before. When you met me, when you started being so…nice. Did you know about my abilities?’

‘Are you asking if I only came on to you because you’re so powerful?’ Astrid asked neutrally.

‘No. I mean maybe, I don’t know. It’s just that no one ever has before.’

Astrid smiled sweetly. ‘Hugo. I was nice to you because you seemed like a nice person. Before you taught me the telepathy I was already a bit of an empath and I could tell that you liked me and I could tell that you wanted to care for me and I could tell that you wanted someone to look below the surface. So I did. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t know you were powerful. I mean I you’ve got Miss Pettimore as a tutor. She doesn’t just tutor anyone. And anyway once I’d seen this lovely little willy of yours I just had to see way it felt like in my tight.. moist… hot…wet… pussy.’ She said climbing over Hugo’s big fat cock and slowly lowering herself down.

‘Fuck Hugo, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how bloody wonderful it feels to sink down onto you. Come on inside my mind. Let me share myself with you..oooh’ she moaned pleasurably as she dropped down.

Hugo delicately probed inside. The first thing he caught was her feelings about him. He was shocked, she adored him. While it was clear that she wasn’t bowled over by his physical appearance, it was also evident that this was very low on her list of priorities when it came to choosing a mate. He gleaned that this was largely due to her innate skills as an empath. Her experience of good looking men was largely that they were arrogant, self-centred and didn’t give a shit about her feelings. To Hugo’s surprise, from a heterosexual perspective, Astrid had also technically lost her virginity when she first mounted his monster though she had been fucked by enough girls with enough toys over the years to ensure her hymen was a distant memory. As far as blokes went, until Hugo came along, Astrid had never met anyone she trusted enough to let have their way with her. In a world where one can easily end up on the wrong side of an oven door, it pays to be cautious. My here was no denying that Hugo’s power was a turn on for her. She was in absolute awe of what he could do, and the the way he was growing in strength so quickly, his ability to just absorb knowledge, was amazing. She was scared of the power to, but as far as she could sense, everything else about Hugo seemed to be counterbalancing it. His humility, his kindness, his emotional honesty. It was this side of him that she liked most of all.

Hugo looked up at her with tears in his eyes. She smiled down at him lovingly and squeezed his prick with her pussy. He had given her access to his mind. Was letting her experience his emotional reaction to what he learned about her. It was risky, such complete unadulterated openness, but it was also unbelievably rewarding. The shared intimacy was so erotically charged so fulfilling, each of them had a perfect understanding of the sensations the other was feeling. They made love in complete harmony. It was gentle, tantric and deepy sensual. Having worked Higo’s full length inside her, Astrid was rolling her hips slowly, gently riding the huge phallus she was impaled on she ran her fingers over Hugo’s chest, occasionally dipping down to brush the tips of her nipples against his skin. Hugo had his hands hovering round her waist and was tracing them over her back, down over her buttocks gently brushing her breasts. When she leaned forward her pussy rose up his shaft and then sank back down when she leaned back again. She arched her back, pushing her hips forward to take all of his length.

They continued to explore each other’s minds. Astrid learnt of Hugo’s insecurities, his distance from the world when growing up, the complex he fought, one that has been reinforced over time, a feeling that he had never deserved to be born, that his mothers rash actions had created a specimen that never would have dimply been discarded in a lab. She sent back a simple reassuring message. ‘What would they have known, look at you now.’ They then shared a silent discussion about the way that eugenics was shaping society, about how physical attractiveness was the primary selection driver and they wondered what else was being missed. They shared an appreciation of how the random genetics involved in Hugo’s creation had enabled diversity to flourish.

Astrid slowly drew in some of the knowledge Hugo had absorbed. She concentrated on the restoritve magic, stayed clear of the demonology. Hugo’s mind was amazingly ordered. Everything was neatly indexed, cross linked. Astrid could sense hoe he could assimilate so much knowledge. Every time he learnt something new he automatically processed the implications for the knowledge he alredy held. As she learnt transmogrification, she ran her fingers over his chest. ‘Do you mind if I practice?’ She asked. Hugo gave his assent. Astrid concentrated and harnessed the Thaum she closed her eyes, visualising the transformation. She breathed softly as her fingers traced back over his chest. It was contoured now, the sunken hollow in his breastbone had evened out and her fingers weren’t dancing over the ridges of his prominent ribs. She opened her eyes and smiled. She had achieved just what she had hoped. She hadn’t morphed Hugo into some kind of Olympian vision. She had just filled him out a little, he now had a bit of definition to his chest and a some nicely toned abs. She reached behind. His thighs were a little thicker, below his knees were some calves. His arms had thickens a little to, there was a slight curve above his elbows leading into shoulders where the collar bone now looked somewhat less prominent. His face had just a little more padding. She had changed nothing fundamental, just made him put on a little weight and then toned it up. Tbe overall effect was startling. She looked down at Hugo who grinned, seeing what she saw in her mind’s eye. She grinned back and started to hump him vigorously. Hugo reached up and took her fabulous breasts in his hands squeezing them together. The beautiful blonde purred with pleasure, wordlessly inciting him to swueeze them harder. ‘You know you can to anything you want with my body.’ She projected. ‘You can fuck me as hard as you like, treat my tits roughly, spank me, whip me, torture me, cook me alive. So long as I know that you’re enjoying me, any pain will always be pleasure. You’ve already sensed my massochistic urges feel free to exploit them any time you want.’

Hugo pinched her firm pink nipples and sensed the pleasure it caused. He increased the pressure until it reached that perfect point where the pain and pleasure fed each other and then relaxed his grip. ‘I will my love, I’ll enjoy every last inch of you; but tonight I just want to concentrate on fucking your brains out. He bucked up hard. Astrid growled and responded in kind.

Later, when they lay together in a sweaty post coital cuddle. Hugo nuzzled into Astrid’s soft embrace. ‘You will keep me safe won’t you?’ He asked. ‘Protect me from myself, make sure that all this power doesn’t change who I am.’

Astrido purred contentedly and pressed herself against him. ‘You can count on it. I’ll make sure that however powerful you become thst you remember that deep down inside you’re just a nice young nerd with a big cock.’ She said giving his schlong a playful squeeze. ‘A nerd with a big cock who really knows what to do with it.’ She clarified, grinning and slid down his body to take him in her mouth.

[quote=”t’Sade”:38qd62j7]”I know kung-fu.” This was a lovely, light-hearted addition. Thank you.[/quote:38qd62j7]

I’m trying to keep that balance of light and dark just right but wanted to add some emotional content so it’s not just a vehicle for creative snuff opportunities. This tends to make the dark bits darker though. Next instalment should be on the lighter side too and will introduce a neat little writers trick which will be great if I pull it off.

Hugo and Astrid slept in quite late the next morning, recovering from the exuberance of their activities the night before. Astrid woke first and slipped out of bed to make a delicious breakfast out of Belinda’s ribs, simply by smothering them in HP sauce and reheating them in the microwave (why use magic when you can press a button on a machine that goes bing). She brought them to Hugo along with a couple of cups of coffee and they had a little feast in bed.

‘So what are you going to do today lover?’ Astrid asked tracing a finger lazily over Hugo’s chest.

‘I was planning on visiting the library. I want to gem up a bit more on the demonology side of things. I have a feeling Miss Pettimore might want to test me in that area.’

‘Want me to come with you, or do you want to skulk around alone?’ Astrid asked playfully.

Hugo sipped an arm round her and stroked her delightfully peachy bottom. ‘I’d love it if you came with me. You never know we might find a dark corner somewhere where no one’s looking and we could… He gave her a tickle.’

‘You are encourageable Mr Tinkle.’ Astrid pouted.

‘You bring it out in me. Seriously it would great for you to come along. I get the impression it’s quite big and the books might take some finding.’

‘Oh so you want to use me as your glamorous assistant? And by assistant I mean skivvy.’ Astrid said playfully.

‘Exactly.’ Confirmed Hugo. ‘One with a broad job description that involves providing frequent sexual gratification to your employer.’

‘So I take it that as part of this role you expect me to make you breakfast, then afford you some pleasure and then do the washing up?’ Astrid said pouting more forcefully

‘I was rather hoping so.’ Hugo replied a tad nervously, wondering how thin the ice was.

Astrid grinned at him. ‘It’s a good job I picked up a few TM tricks from you then.’ She said, and the dirty plates flew over to the sink to wash themselves. ‘Now how about we make that pleasure mutual?’ She continued rubbing herself up against him. ‘Unless you want to punish me for taking shortcuts of course.’ She suggested, running a finger down the hand that was still stroking her buttock.

‘That would be my pleasure; and don’t think I don’t know it’ll be yours too you filthy minx.’ Hugo admonished and raised his hand to spank her.

‘You can punish me more than that’ she said rubbing against him more urgently.

Hugo responded, spanking her harder, then harder, then harder.

‘Oooh yes. I’m a such a lazy good-for-nothing wench. Keep teaching me a lesson.’ Astrid moaned her moist pussy pressed firmly against Hugo’s shaft.

Hugo kept on spanking her until his arm got tired, then rolled her over and slammed his prick into her now dripping cunt. He banged her mercilessly, pounding her with his full length driving them both to a rapid climax. He came inside her and they lay together, her pussy gently milking his softening cock until he gave her a kiss and rolled off. He kissed her again and then climbed out of the bed.

‘You can add changing the sheets to your list of chores.’ He said chuckling and then retreated as Astrid chucked a cushion at him.

Soon after, Hugo was admiring his reflection in the mirror. This was an entirely new experience for him. Previously his only real use for a mirror had been to get a better view of the spot he wanted to squeeze. Today, his face was blemish free. Even his hair seemed to be behaving itself. He was wearing the same outfit he had got from Belinda’s and it now formed round him, rather than hanging off him. When he turned, the coat, spun with him. Yesterday it would have taken a few seconds to catch up while it considered whether something was trying to exert pressure on it.

Astrid was also dressed, and looking gorgeous in a pretty litte flowery summer dress. It was far too short and barely covered her rosy pink bottom. Hugo saw no benefit in asking her to consider whether she wanted to put on any underwear. ‘You ready Wenchypoo?’ He asked

‘Yep.’ She replied ‘Call me that outside this room and I don’t care how powerful you are. I’ll make you wish you were never born.’

‘No need to get stroppy Wenchypoo.’ Hugo responded and gave her glowing bum another spank.’

‘Eek’ Astrid squeaked, then skipped over to the door. ‘Come on slowcoach.’ She said giggling. Hugo followed after.

It was about ten minutes walk until they reached the library. They entered through a pair of fifteen foot tall dark oak brass studded double doors which emitted a satisfiying creak as they opened. The floor of the library was circular, about ten metres in diameter. In the middle was a large desk behind which sat an dark haired brunette with her hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She wore wireframe glasses and a white silk blouse, unbuttoned enough to reveal a generous cleavage. Around the walls were shelves packed with books. A steep thin wooden staircase led up to the next level, a 5 ft walkway, that circled the walls. Hugo looked up, and up, and up there were so many levels it was impossible to count them. The perspective, looking up the long thin cylinder was dizzying. He walked over to the desk. The librarian looked up. ‘May I help you?’ She asked, her accent as poised and precise.

‘Er yes please erm I’m looking for texts on Demonology please.’ Hugo asked, confidently by his standards. The librarian studied him objectively.

‘What level?’ She asked

‘Erm I’m not completely sure. I seem to understand the concepts of basic summoning and binding. I think what I need is an understanding of how to access the deeper infernal levels.’

‘How deep?’ The librarian asked leaning forward little offering Hugo a better view of the depths cleavage.

‘I er, um’ Hugo really didn’t know. The pretty post doc he had borrowed his current from was only tinkering just below the upper levels. ‘I’m tutored by Miss Pettimore.’ He replied. ‘She has instructed me to find something that would challenge her.’

Hugo closed down his mind before he asked the question so was ready for the forthcoming probe. He set his will. Closing off his mind and wrapping a net round Astrid too. The librarian smiled inscrutably. ‘And what would Miss Pettimore say if I was to give her a call and ask her if this were true?’ She asked. Tapping the smartphone on her desk.

Hugo smiled in reply. ‘I suspect she would tell you to let me face the consequences of my actions.’

The librarian smiled. ‘I expect she would. There are a few texts that might interest you scattered around the 112th to 125th levels. It’s not very ordered up there so I can’t be more specific. Please refrain from attempting to summon anything in the library.’

‘Okay. Thank you.’ Hugo said. Looked at Astrid apologetically and headed for the stairs.

‘Excuse me’ interjected the librarian. Hugo turned. ‘You might want to use the lift.’ She advised, pointing to a section of books that with a second glance looked a little less three dimensional.

Hugo and Astrid walked up to the lift doors and pressed the up arrow to call it. The doors slid open soundlessly. The stepped into the dark leather clad interior. There were no buttons on the inside. The doors closed and there was a sudden impression of additional gravity. It stopped and the doors opened. They walked out and over to the shelf. The first book Hugo found was an intermediate level text on botanical magic that was about 250 years old and written in Runic, a language Hugo had managed to pick up from Belinda. The next book was a modern copy of Pyromancy for Dummies (a book which had single handedly raised the cost of home insurance premiums by an average of £12.43 per year since it’s publication). The librarian was right when she said things weren’t particularly ordered. ‘I’ve heard that when you come here, you don’t find the right book. The right book finds you. Shall we split up?’ Astrid suggested. The lift had brought then to the 119th floor so they were in the middle of the range the librarian had suggested.

‘Okay. I’ll do this floor and then go up. You check out the ones below.’ Hugo suggested. He projected the sort of magical signature the demonology texts would be emanating so that Astrid could find them more easily. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and then she departed. Hugo watched her go, loving her flirtatious walk and the way her ridiculously short dress floated up with each step.

When she had disappeared down the stairs, he turned his attention to the books. He circled round the floor looking for the tell-tale signature. There was nothing in that floor. He jogged up the stairs to the next level. A girl was there crouched down and studying the shelves, she turned when he arrived and smiled at him. Hugo stared back dumbfounded.

‘What’s up, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.’ Said Penny.

‘Erm er.’ Hugo replied

The friendly brunette bounced over towards him. ‘Have we met?’ She asked, you seem to know me. Hugo sensed her reaching out towards him telepathically and shut himself down quickly.

‘Ooo good mind defence.’ Congratulated. ‘So do you know me or what. I only ask because might not have met you yet what with the temporal matrix.’

‘Erm yes you er taught me, or will teach me Theomagimathematics in a few days.’ Hugo managed to reply.

‘You look really uncomfortable. It’s like you snuffed me or something?’ Penny said jokingly.

For all Hugo’s mind control, his face completely failed to hide his look of guilt.

‘Oh my gods. You did didn’t you.’

Hugo looked at the floor ashamely.

‘You really snuffed me? It’s not often you get to meet your killer. What happened?’

Hugo projected the story of what happened. He did so carefully, remembering his experience with Astrid, and avoided directly projecting the emotion Penny had felt when he mind-raped her.

‘Oh wow.’ Penny said simply and looked him up and down. She bit her lip a little. ‘So er, did you enjoy fucking my dead body?’ She asked.

Hugo blushed.

Penny took a couple of steps closer. So her body brushed gently against Hugo’s ‘Can you project me a visualisation of it?’ She requested.

Hugo obliged, sending her an image of her limp body, bouncing on and off of his cock.

‘Wow I make a really hot corpse don’t I’ Penny said proudly. ‘So you didn’t tell me how much you liked sticking your cock in it.’ She stated, leaning in closer.

‘You were, er, I um, you were really good.’ Hugo mumbled.

‘The thought of me just lying there all helpless and dead while you pound me with that big fat cock is making me wet. It is really that big I hope. You weren’t just projecting a big one to make yourself look good?’

‘Er no, I’ve got a really big cock.’ Hugo replied.

‘Prove it, let’s see it.’ Demanded Penny, looking over her shoulder. Come on, there’s no one else around.

Hugo looked around himself and then released his codpiece.

‘Wow.’ Said Penny. ‘That is a bit of a monster.’ She giggled. ‘I can’t believe I’m getting jealous of my corpse.’

Hugo blushed redder.

‘Look er do you think that by way of making for snuffing me you could stick that in me for a bit?’ Penny asked. ‘I don’t know why but I’m so horny I’m practically dripping.’

Hugo considered for a moment. It was a very short moment. ‘Okay’ he agreed.

Penny pulled her knickers off and dropped them into her handbag. ‘Let me just lean on this handrail and you can bang me from behind.’ Penny said, lifting her skirt up and bending over.

Hugo lined his cock up with her moist snatch and pushed it in.

‘Ooo, that feels good.’ Penny moaned appreciatively. ‘Mmm yea, stick it in a bit deeper.’

Hugo rocked back and drove back in again. Repeating the movement and driving in a little deeper each time. Soon he was humping the gorgeous brunette metronomicly, sliding in till his balls slapped against her rump with each thrust. Penny started moaning rythmically.

‘It’s ooh quite an experience..mmm.. being fucked by someone..ooh yea.. you know’s going to kill you.’ Penny said between groans.

‘About that.’Hugo replied, continuing to pump away ‘I can’t quite get my head round why you’re going to let me kill you, or at least put you in the position where you beg me to do it.’

‘Oooh yea…I’m not sure either…but I must do or you wouldn’t have done it…mmmm… I mean do it.’

‘Gods your pussy is tight. I suppose I could wipe your mind of the memory of us meeting or something but that’s not something I feel like doing. It seems morally compromised.’

‘I’d rather you didn’t. I don’t want to forget a fuck like this. Oh keep going like that…oh that feels good!’

‘Do you want to be killed?’ Hugo asked, maintaining his rythm.

‘No…at least…I don’t want to die. The idea of being killed is kind of hot. Like I say, watching you screw my corpse was a real turn on.’

‘Hmm, I might have an idea. There’s just one problem.’

‘Yea…what’s that?’

‘The problem or the idea?’ Said Hugo, chucking and banging her a bit harder.

‘Comedy’s not your strong point is it?’ Penny suggested, moaning heavily.

‘Er no. The idea is that, after the past me had killed you. The future me, that me in three days time, could resurrect you. I’ve got the power to do that and repair the damage I did to your mind now. The me that snuffed you didn’t’

‘Sounds good…oooh…what’s the problem?’

‘I kind of gave your body to someone else?’ Hugo admitted.

‘That was generous of you.’ Penny said sarcastically ‘What was wrong with their own?’

‘I ate it, well some of it, a fair bit’s still in my fridge.’

‘And you couldn’t just grow them a new one?’

‘Oh she could have done that herself if she wanted but she fancied a change.’

‘So you just gave her mine?’ The exasperation showed through in Penny’s groans.

‘Yea, sorry. We didn’t think you’d be needing it what with being dead and everything.’

‘Oooh. So where does that leave us.’

‘At a bit of an impasse.’ Hugo admitted.

At that point, Astrid bounced up the stairs with holding a collection of books and looked at Hugo curiously. ‘Hugo. While I’ve been busy climbing up and down five flights of stairs doing your research for you, have you spent the entire time fucking?’

‘Erm’ Hugo said by way of reply.

‘Is that the girl who’s head is sitting on our kitchen table?’ Astrid asked.

‘Er yea. Astrid this is Miss Lightfoot. Miss Lightfoot this is Astrid, my roommate.’

‘And lover and skivvy.’ Clarified Astrid.

‘Sorry Astrid. You can call me Penny. Erm I know this is a bit indelicate but do you mind if Hugo carries on a little longer? I’m really close to cumming.’

‘Don’t worry I’m not posessive. I have a few issues with the division of labour but that’s a seperate issue.’ Astid said, sticking her tongue out at Hugo.

‘Thanks…Hugo, could you pick up the pace again?’ Asked Penny.

‘Er yea, sorry I er…’

‘Hadn’t discussed the terms of our relationship before he started banging you, so wasn’t sure it would be wise to continue.’ Astrid finished for him. ‘Its fine Hugo. Carry on.’

Hugo started pumping in and out of Penny again. ‘You’re sure you’re not mad at me?’

‘I didn’t say so wasn’t mad at you. But I’m not mad at Penny so there’s no reason she shouldn’t get her orgasm.’ Astrid said calmly.

‘That’s really.. Ooh…understanding of you.’ Penny said.

‘Thanks. Like I said, I’m not the jealous type and It’s be selfish to keep a cock that special all to myself. Plus I’m taking into consideration your future history.’

‘So just to be clear are you mad at me or not?’ Hugo asked.

‘For goodness sake Hugo. Can we please discuss this at a time when to you haven’t got you cock stuffed up another woman’s pussy.’ Said Astrid, rolling her eyes disparingly and gaining a sympathetic response from Penny.

Hugo turned his attention to banging Penny as hard as he could to simplify the situation as soon as possible. Penny responded by moaning loudly. Her pitch riding as his tempo increased. It wasn’t long before she gripped the handrail tight and started crying out with pleasure and shaking in ecstasy. Hugo started groaning too and pumped even harder before pulling out and spraying his cum all over Penny’s delightful bottom.

‘I didn’t say you could cum. Hugo ' Astrid said, putting the books down and getting to her knees. She licked Penny’s pussy clean, and lapped up the jizz on her buttocks before glaring at Hugo and then running her tongue up and down his cock to lick that clean too.

She stood up and licked her lips. ‘I’m not putting it away for you Hugo.’ She said. ‘Sorry Penny, this must be really awkward for you.’

‘Er, it’s not a social situation I’ve encountered before.’ Replied Penny.

‘Say sorry Hugo.’ Astrid admonished.

‘Er who to?’ Hugo asked nervously.

‘Both of us you numpty.’ Astrid said disparingly.

‘Er right yea. Sorry, both of you. I’m sorry.’

‘So you should be.’ Astrid said.

‘So like, I should probably be going.’ Penny said. ‘It was lovely to meet you both. Despite the awkwardness at the end I think that was the best fuck of my life. It helped imaging you were doing that to my dead body. I think I might have a bit of a problem.’

Astrid giggled. ‘I think you’ll have a bit more of a problem in a few days time when your head’s sitting on our kitchen table.

‘Actually it’s there now. Hugo corrected. I brought it back in time with me remember.’

‘Oh shit yea. You’re dead and alive at the same time. That’s freaky.’ Said Astrid grinning at Penny.

‘Shit yea I hadn’t really picked up on that. Look I know I’ve imposed enough but I don’t suppose I could pop round later to have a look at it.’

‘Yea. Look you’re really nice. I’d like to get to know you better before you’re..well you know. Come for tea. We’ll be having my tits.’ Astrid said

‘Oh yum.’ Penny, reaching forward to give them a feel. ‘They look delicious.’

‘Thanks. See you around 7.00?’ said Astrid and projected the room number.

‘Yea that would be fab. I’ll see you then. See you too Hugo.’ Said Penny and she trotted off.

Hugo glanced nervously at Astrid. She glowered at him sternly and then grinned and stepped forward and hugged him, raising one leg up flirtatiously. ‘You don’t think I’m really mad at you do you. I mean, how could you not put your cock in her given half a chance. She’s gorgeous. And you kind of need to make it up yo her given that you snuffed the future her yesterday. Frankly I’d have been madder if you hadn’t fucked her.’ Astrid said chirpily. Not for the first time, Hugo pinched himself to check he wasn’t dreaming. ‘I know I’m like the best girlfriend ever right.’ The scrumptious blonde boasted playfully. ‘So are you going to bother looking at those books I toiled away finding for you then?’she said pouting again.

Hugo spanked her and Astrid grinned. They walked over to a small reading table and looked through the books. The first was a big thick one that was clad on studded leather. It looked impressive but turned out to be a fairly basic text book, leafing through Hugo could tell there was little if anything he didn’t already know. The next book was smaller, looked older and contained instructions for some higher level binding rituals. Hugo leafed through it, speed reading.

‘Are you actually taking that in?’ Astrid asked.

‘Uh huh.’ Hugo replied. ‘Its weird, Its not something I used to be able to do, but ever since I arrived here, my brain just seems to be like a sponge but the more I take in, the more capacity I seem to have to learn more.’ He finished the book. ‘That was quite useful.’ He picked the next book which focused on sacrifice and summoning rituals. Hugo could tell that a lot of it was fluff but there were a few interesting points about protecting the summoner from inadvertent posession by the target demon. Hugo filed them away and picked up the next book. He looked at it confused. It was a big thick tome but appeared to be an encyclopaedia of potions and herbal remedies. Hugo leafed through and couldn’t find anything about demonology. It was only giving off a very faint signature, but there was something odd about it. As if it was being constrained. Hugo leafed through again and still found nothing. He closed it an stared at it thoughtfully. ‘Is it just me or does this cover feel padded to you?’ He asked Astrid. The blonde poked it. ‘It does a bit yes.’

Hugo raised one of his fingers and morphed the nail into a sharp claw. He drew it across the top of the cover, slicing into the soft leather. It opened up to reveal a pocket. The strength of the signature suddenly grew massively. Hugo fished inside and pulled out a piece of slightly tattered folded velum. He opened it up. The dark brown text was written in a very ancient form of Runic. It described a short summoning ritual with no bindings or protections. The evocation stage evidently required the divination of a great deal of Thaum. Whichever infernal fiend it summoned was clearly going to be rather powerful. Hugo read the name at the end that completed the summoning - Sylandra. The termination of the runic spelling defined her as female. Hugo decided it might be nice to meet her. It would take a little preparation first though. He picked up the book on binding rituals slipped the velum inside. The cover had a clasp so it was held safely. Then he mimicked the dampening spell that was in the potions book. The book he was left with was far less suspicious than a herbal encyclopaedia that smelt of demons. He repaired the potions book and then he and Astrid trudged round the remaining floors above to see if there was anything else of interest. There were a couple of books which clarified a few points around binding strategies but not much more. They wandered back into the lift and made their way down. ‘Are you really planning on cooking your tits tonight?’ Hugo asked.

Astrid smiled ‘I wondered when you were going to mention that. Technically it will be you cooking them when you hold be down to the griddle and bang me senseless from behind. That’s assuming you’ve still got some juice left, what with your penchant for bonking other women every time I turn my back.’ She said winking.

Hugo took the book to the desk and handed it to the librarian. She looked at it critically. ‘The bindings in this are for high level infernal fiends. How much summoning experience do you have?’

‘To date’ Hugo said. ‘None. But I’m a very quick learner and Miss Pettimore is an excellent tutor.’

The librarian raised an eyebrow. ‘You can have it on a one week loan. I will be informing Miss Pettimore that you have borrowed it.’

‘Thank you.’ Said Hugo. ‘I’m sure that she will want to discuss it at my next tutorial.’

‘Hmmm’ the Librarian responded and scanned in the book’s barcode.

Hugo and Astrid walked back to their room. ‘What’s really behind this sudden fascination with summoning a demon anyway?’ Astrid asked.

‘Honestly. I think Miss Pettimore is playing a game with me. It think she knows more about me than I know about myself, at least about my power anyway. I figure playing her at her own game makes things interesting.’

‘And dangerous!’ Added Astrid.

‘That’s what makes it interesting.’ Hugo replied.

Back in their room Hugo studied the manuscript and also leafed back and forth through the binding’s book to get a feeling of what might be appropriate. There was only one answer and he didn’t like it. He pushed folded the velum back in the book and pushed it away.

He got up from the desk and lounged on the sofa. His eyes settled on Penny’s head sitting on the table. He had cast a simple preservation spell so she was looking just as good as when he had chopped it off. He wondered what the still living Penny would make of it when she came round later. Suddenly an idea dawned on him. ‘I’ve thought of a way to bring Penny back.’ He announced.

‘Yea?’ Astrid replied, busy peeling potatoes in the Kitchen.

‘We could ask Belinda if she’ll share the body. Or rather, we can offer Belinda the body to share.’

‘I thought she already had it.’ Said Astrid

‘Not for another three days. I’m wondering if we can engineer the reason why she chooses to graft herself onto Penny’s body?’

‘Do tell.’ Astrid said sauntering through to sit next to him.

‘Well Belinda’s natural option at this juncture would be to grow herself a new body. That takes a lot of Thaumic energy and an unnaturally created body takes a lot of Thaum to keep it going. It’s far easier to graft onto a spare one. It’s even easier if it’s a body that’s willing. Penny’s options at the moment are pretty limited. There’s no way she’d accept someone else being snuffed so she could have their body. Belinda gets first dibs on hers, there’s no altering that. It’s already going to happen. So that leave’s Penny with the option of having a synthetic body. With her current abilities that isn’t something she could maintain. But, Belinda in the present doesn’t know about the body going free. We can offer her Penny’s on the condition that she shares it.

‘What you’ll graft Penny’s head on as well? Asked Penny squeamishly.

‘No. More like a time share agreement. They could have like a one week on, one week off arrangement. Both Belinda and Penny share a snuff fetish so they’ll enjoy getting their head lopped off when their time’s up, or get snuffed some other way and then be decapitated post mortem.

‘What if Belinda wants to get herself cooked again?’

‘Then she can grow herself a temporary body or graft herself onto a meatgirl for the ride.’

‘It could work.’ Astrid said, sliding up to cuddle up with him. ‘Who are you going to sell it to first?’ She asked.

‘I think it has to be Penny. I’m sure if she’s up for it we can get Belinda on board.’

‘It’ll be fun to see that sexy little minx again. I can’t believe she tricked us into thinking she was just some random storekeeper. When she has got a body back I think we should subject her to sone serious punishment.’

‘You know the more you punish her the more she’ll enjoy it don’t you.’ Advised Hugo

‘I’m counting on it.’ Said Astrid wickedly.

‘And I thought you were a sweet girl.’ Hugo said, sliding a hand up her thigh.

‘Sweet and spicy.’ Said Astrid leaning in and parting her legs. Emitting an excited little gasp as Hugo’s fingers brushed over her lips. ‘When you’ve got me nice and wet, you can tenderise my titties.’

‘Hmm, excellent, let’s get you going nice and quickly.’ And Hugo gave her a little helping hand.

‘Hey that’s cheating.’ Giggled Astrid as her moist petals opened up.

‘I don’t believe any rules were specified’ responded Hugo, sliding his finger up her slick slit to find her little button.’

‘Hmm. You may proceed.’ Astrid acquiesced.

Hugo rubbed her gently and slid his other hand up her side to stroke past the hemline of her dress over the curve of her breast. Astrid settled into him and purred. Hugo used a magical touch to caress her back, to lay feathery kisses on her thighs and to gently lap at her labia. Astrid moaned and searched for Hugo’s mouth. She kissed him tenderly her little tongue darting in and around his. She giggled as her dress unzipped itself and fell off her shoulders, she giggled more as she levitated off the couch so that it could wriggle its way over ther peachy bottom and slip down her lovely long legs. She saw that it even made its way over to the bedroom and dropped into the laundry basket and made a mental note to congratulate Hugo on his domestic consideration. She kicked off her sandals and her gloriously naked body settled happily onto Hugo’s lap. The young wizard’s magic fingers (metaphorical and literal together) returned to administer their caress and she melted into his delightful embrace. He worked his magic beautifully, gauging hid touch perfectly. Pleasing her, teasing her, easing her open and slipping his fingers inside as he squeezed the her succulent meat of her tits. Her mind drifted to imagine them sizzling in the pan and she groaned lustily and the first little climax of the afternoon rolled through her. She lay back and moaned as Hugo’s ministrations developed in intensity, his (actual) fingers sliding in and out of her pussy while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. His other hand caressing her breasts while his magical hold gripped her more tightly, invisible hands, stroking her thighs, drawing themselves down her spine and brushed through her hair. She soon succumbed to another, stronger climax and cried out with pleasure as Hugo continued to delight her senses.

Once Astrid had cum for a third time, she persuaded herself to avoid the temptation of just lying there being pleasured all evening and wriggled out of Hugo’s clutches. She grinned wickedly and pulled off his trousers, then worked his t-shirt up over his head. ‘These’ she declared provocatively pointing to her big bouncy breasts ‘need to be abused. They need to be squeezed, squashed, smacked, scrunched and smashed. I don’t want any miss-intentioned mercy, and if I beg for it I want you to punish them even more harshly. What you do to the rest of my body is up to you. You can fuck me or fuck me up, I don’t care just so long as you don’t give up on torturing these titties and you leave me fit enough to fry them over the griddle. I fully expect to get fucked while I’m cooking so make sure you leave yourself enough juice to give me a good seeing to okay?’

Hugo nodded.

‘Good. I think we’ll start by mashing them round your cock shall we.’ She said, dropping to her knees.

Hugo didn’t feel that he had any reason to object to this suggestion. He loved the feeling of the sexy blondes breasts wrapped round his meat. He pulled of his T shirt while Astrid removed his trousers and then sat back to let the buxom beauty pleasure him. Astrid lapped and sucked him a bit, to harden him up then slipped his thick shaft between her tits and pressed her melons against him. She rubbed then up and down and Hugo sighed pleasurably. Astrid looked up at him and smiled and pushed them together as firmly as she could. ‘Mmm that feels good, I love the feel of your big fat prick between my tits. Can you help me squeeze them more firmly, I want them really squished up against you.’ She moaned.

Hugo considered covering Astrid’s hands with his own and but couldn’t really see how this would help. He opted instead for giving the blonde a little bit of extra strength. Telekinetically assisting her to squeeze her breasts more vigorously. Mashing them up against his cock. He used his hands to grip her nipples instead and give them a nice firm pinch.

Astrid groaned and rubbed her tits up and down more vigorously. Squashing her pliant flesh round his rigid member, digging her fingers into her meat. It was Hugo’s turn to sigh with pleasure as the gentle caress of her breasts turned into a firm massage. He helped Astrid increase the pressure to the point that any more would make the embrace of her meaty pillows uncomfortable and then lay back to enjoy her most magnificent ministrations.

Astrid moaned as her tits squashed round Hugo’s fabulous cock. She loved the feel of it gliding up and down the soft valley of her cleavage. The were being squeezed delightfully hard, but it was clear to her they needed to take more abuse they were going to be suitably tenderised so, after enjoying the experience for several minutes, she crawled up onto the couch and mounted Hugo’s monstrous prick. She leaned in towards him shoving her chest out. ‘Maul my titties Hugo. Mash them up.’ She moaned her pussy slid down his big thick pole.

Hugo grinned and reached out to take her tits in his grasp. He wrapped his hands around them and clenched them in his grip, kneading them firmly. Astrid’s moans grew more intense so he redoubled his efforts, squeezing and twisting her luscious mammaries.

‘Oh yea that feels good. Keep that up, hurt me some more.’ Astrid encouraged, bouncing up and down on his crotch.

Hugo continued squashing and squeezing her gorgeous globes, it had an amazing affect on her libido, causing her to fuck him with greater and greater abandon. He loved the feel of her ripe juicy breasts as he gripped them tighter, eliciting a delightful range of sensual moans and groans from the horny little sexpot. Hugo decided he wanted to fuck her a little harder, so he stood up, grabbing her by her ankles and using a little telekinesis, had her swing on and off his prick like a pendulum. ‘Oh…fuck…yea…don’t…forget…my…tits!’ Astrid cried, her words punctuated by his cock slamming into her. Hugo couldn’t easily reach them from this position so he settled for levitating over a small wooden chopping board, which looked like it would make an excellent paddle. He set about thwacking her big bouncy breasts enthusiastically. ‘Oh shit yea, that’s the ticket. Harder! Harder!’ Astrid cried. Hugo didn’t know whether she meant the fucking or the tit smacking, so he increased the intensity of both. The result appeared to have a positive effect on the beautiful blonde, if the volume of her groans were anything to go by. Hugo decided they were (mainly because confirmation of this was being directly projected into his mind) and picked up the pace some more. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh yes I’m cumming! Keep going, keep going. Oh yea that feels so good’ Astrid squealed verbally. Hugo continued pummeling her like that for a while then flipped her over, corkscrewing her round in his cock and holding her supple legs out in the splits with her tits hanging downwards, the action of gravity stretching them out a little to create a better target. Using the paddle, he slapped them from side to side, gradually whacking them harder and faster until they where flying around in a blur. Meanwhile, her body pistoning on and off his cock like a jack hammer. Astrid groaned lustily, thoroughly enjoying the treatment she cried our with agonised delight each time the paddle struck until things reached a head again and she called out. ‘Uungh..feels..so..good..gonna..cum..again! Oh yea! Turn the cooker on I wanna cook. Oh! Yess. Gods I love your cock!’

Hugo shifted a little concentration and the gas turned in and the piezo sparked up the flames the griddle pan moved its way over the heat and a bottle of olive oil and the condiments floated over. He flipped The blonde back round and liberally seasoned her rosy red chest. Smothering it in oil, salt and pepper and scattering on some finely chopped garlic and herbs which Astrid had prepared while he was reading. The herb mix smelled wonderful. ‘Mmm you smell fantastic.’ Hugo complimented his beautiful roommate. '

Thanks. I can’t wait for you to sink your teeth into then. Get me over to the hob and let’s get them cooking.’ Astrid replied.

Hugo flipped her over again and carried her over to the cooker, still impaled on his prick. A few feet away, he let her feet fall to the floor, reached round to give her lovely tits a last fondle and drew her round for a deep kiss. ‘Are you ready?’ He asked.

‘I’ve always been ready to cook my tits for you Hugo. They were destined for your consumption the day they first sprouted on my chest. Now bend me over and get them cooking, I can’t wait to feel them sizzle.’ She replied.

Hugo helped her take a couple of steps forward and then gently pushed her down. Astrid felt the heat build as her nipples drew closer to the smoking griddle. Sweat dripped from her luscious lobes and sizzled in the pan beneath. She started to pant. Inch by inch she bent lower, her legs were trembling and might have given way were it not for Hugo’s firm member stabilising her. She breathed in deep and then exhaled, grabbing the two handles on the sides of the cooker and pulling herself down. The pain seared through her tits and she squealed in agony, bucking back into Hugo involuntarily to be rewarded by several more inches of his wonderful todger.

Hugo had of course seen many images of a girl bent over a stove cooking her tits while she was fucked from behind. It was almost a cliche. Hugo had always wondered what it must feel like, never imagining he would be in the position to experience it. He had heard tales of the way a woman’s pussy felt as her tits fried but they were nothing compared to the reality he now lived out. Astrid’s cunt clamped onto his cock and danced. Every muscle in her love tunnel clenched and quivered. Her whole body shook, increasing the wonderful sensation as her pussy squirmed round his spit like prick. He had to exert quite a bit of telekinetic control to stop himself cunning immediately. Then, receiving a projected prompt from the shuddering blonde, he set about banging her rhythmically. The grin on his face was wider than a Cheshire Cat’s.

After a few more minutes of sensual sizzling and a couple more orgasms for Penny, there was a knock at the door.

‘Come in.’ Hugo called, making the door open itself invitingly. Penny walked in, wearing a very sexy little black minidress.

‘Wow, something smells good!’ She exclaimed.

‘Thanks, aah. I’ve been cooking for a little while now. I’m nearly done, assuming you like your tits rare.’ Astrid as chirpily as she could while clenching her teeth.

‘Mmm, the juicier the better.’ Replied Penny. ‘Oh. It’s me.’ She said seeing her decapitated head on the table. ‘I look pretty good for a dead girl with no body.’

‘Yea. I’ve been keeping you preserved, so you’re just as fresh as you were when you were still breathing.’ Hugo told her.

‘It’s really bloody weird seeing your head just sat there on a table. Can I touch it?’ Penny asked. ‘It won’t cause a paradox or anything.

‘Of course. You can do what you like with it. It’s your head. 1st law of temporal mechanics. There are no paradoxes.’

Penny reached out tentatively and picked up her noggin. ‘It’s heavier than I expected.’

‘You’re brainier than you thought. Oooh.’ Moaned Astrid, finding her attempt at a joke did nothing to dull the pain.

‘Not that brainy given that I end up getting myself killed.’ Penny replied blackly.

Astrid laughed weakly. ‘Sorry do you mind if I just concentrate on cumming for a moment. I’m nearly there and I want another O before my tits are done. Pick up the pace Hugo. It’s about time you blew your load anyway.’

Hugo couldn’t agree more. He plunged his way as far into Astrid’s delectable pussy as he could and then started to pump her vigorously, placing a hand on her back and pushing her hard down onto the griddle.

‘Oooh fuck yea.’ Astrid moaned as her breasts fryed more loudly. She bucked into Hugo violently and he responded by banging her harder. Her pussy was twitching and jumping wonderfully and it didn’t take him long to reach the point of release. He put the brakes on just long enough to ensure Astrid was cumming her brains out and then let go, spraying his jism into her soggy slit until it poured down her thighs. He stepped back, releasing the pressure on the beautiful blonde and helped the sizzling sexpot to stand up.

‘That was new. Gods it’s like my tits were hardwired to my clit.’ She reported when she had regained the ability to speak.

‘They look scrumptious!’ Penny complimented.

Astrid studied her beautifully browned, bar marked, succulent looking, topped with crispy looking nipples. ‘They do look rather tasty don’t they. They need to rest a bit before carving. Hugo why don’t you explain your proposal to Penny while we wait.’

‘Proposal? This sounds intriguing. Are you going to get down on one knee? Because I’m not sure that our relationship will last.’ Penny said stroking her lifeless head.

‘Well that’s kind of what we’re talking about.’ Hugo said

‘What you want to marry me?’ Penny said looking aghast.

‘No!’ Hugo replied.

‘So I’m not good enough for you eh? It’s just fuck me snuff me and dump me is it?’ Penny said jabbing her head out towards him aggressively.

‘No er…it’s not that erm…you’re lovely… I just erm…’

‘She’s having you on Hugo.’ Astrid explained, rolling her eyes. ‘Sorry had to stop you or that could have gone on for ever. Legendary powers. Zero social imagination.’ She said for Penny’s benefit.

‘Yes well erm.’ Hugo continued. ‘What I was going to say is, well if there was a chance of me bringing you back. After I’ve snuffed you. Would you want me to?’

‘I thought you couldn’t. What with having given my body away and all.’ Penny replied scowling.

‘Yes well that’s it. I haven’t yet.’ Hugo said.

‘I thought you said you had.’ Penny said confused.

‘I did. I mean I will. I won’t snuff you for three days remember.’

‘Okay yea. But you will give my body away. You must do or it wouldn’t have happened. Or happen. Whatever, I never quite know where I am with temporal grammar.’ Penny said still looking baffled.

‘True. Which is why I’m wondering if you’d be willing to share it.’ Hugo

‘What?’ Said Penny, scratching the head still attached to her body.

‘Okay. Let me take this step by step. The person who I give your body to doesn’t, at this current moment in time, know anything about it. She is still currently enjoying herself as a disembodied head. My proposal is that we offer her your body on the condition that she shares it with you.’

‘What you want to graft my head on next to hers?’ Penny queried, definately not sold by the concept.

‘No, not that. No. I was thinking more of a timeshare basis.’

Penny sat down. ‘Explain.’ She said, wondering what would give her more of a headache; This conversation; or getting decapitated.

‘It’s not as daft as it sounds. You’re both snuff fetishists. So one of you could have the body for a week or so. Then get snuffed or at least decapitated. Then the other one could take over. Whoever has the body has the responsibility to keep the other ones head alive, or at least inert, until you swap back again. You’d probably have plenty of opportunities to experience your corpse getting played with.’ Hugo explained.

Penny listened and the nature of the proposal began to sink in. It had its merits. ‘So who is it that I’ll be sharing my body with?’ She looked at Astrid’s steaming tits and remembered what Hugo said about having eaten the original body of the person in question. ‘Oo, is it you?’ She asked.

Astrido chuckled, picking up on the thoughts that Penny was hanging out in the air. ‘No, not me. My tits are the only bit of me getting munched on for now and I don’t plan on losing my head anytime soon.’ She said.

‘So who is it?’ Penny asked Hugo.

‘So you know Miss Pettimore.’ Hugo started.

‘Fuck No! I mean yes; but Fuck No!’ Penny said backing away.

‘No, no. Let me finish, do you know her sister Belinda?’

Penny relaxed. ‘Oh yea. Everyone knows Belinda. A night with her is like a rite of passage in the institute.’

Hugo grinned, he had become more than aware that it was no accident that he and Astrid has walked into the red-head’s shop.

‘So what so you think?’ Hugo asked.

‘Ok let me just get all of this straight. Belinda doesn’t have a body at the moment and needs a replacement. So you’re proposing to offer her mine on the condition she shares it with me…. So will the only reason I don’t get to keep my body for myself be because we offer it to her?’ Penny’s head was hurting again.

‘Possibly, I can’t be sure. But what ever happens over the next three days, after I’ve snuffed you, Belinda gets your body. That’s a certainty because I’ve seen it happen. What we don’t yet fully know is the why. If we don’t make any proposal to her then I guess when she finds out you’ve been snuffed she just decides she wants you and then she gets unlimited use of your corpse by default. By making this proposal though there’s a chance, quite a good chance knowing her peversions, that she’ll agree to share it with you.’

Penny looked at her severed head. ‘And if you bring me back I’ll still be me right? I won’t have suffered any brain damage or anything?’

‘No. There’ll be no damage. You’ll have all your memories up until the moment you died. The only difference is that I’ll package up the damage I do to your psyche into a repressed memory. You’ll know that I invaded your mind, but won’t constantly feel the pain of it.’

Penny thought for a while. ‘Okay.’ She said after a while.

‘So you’re up for it then?’ Hugo clarified.

Penny looked at the lifeless head in her hands. ‘Given my rather limited set of options I think I am yes.’

‘Great.’ Said Hugo. ‘Lets get Belinda over and make her the offer.’ He projected out an invite to the redhead, offering her a taste of the olfactory delights emanating from Astrid’s tits as a sweetener. Her reply was eager and swift. ‘She’ll be along in a bit.’

‘So if she accepts will you bring me back now or wait until my body’s available?’ Penny asked. Studying her noggin.

‘Later.’ Said Hugo firmly. The temporal mechanics of all this were beginning to give him a headache too and he didn’t want to add to the complication.

‘Okay.’ Said Penny, somewhat resignedly.

‘I can reanimate it for you though.’ Hugo suggested. ‘It’ll still be dead but…’

‘You’ve reanimated it already haven’t you. Could you please let me see everything that you’ve done to my corpse, or bits of it, since you snuffed me?’ Penny demanded.

Hugo projected it all over. He looked at Penny apologetically.

She grinned. ‘You dirty little man. Using me as a sex toy. I love it. Light me up so I can play with myself.’ She encouraged.

Not long later Belinda arrived. She declined to knock on the door, as this would have involved head butting it, so simply opened it and floated in. She was greeted by the sight of the now naked Penny lying on the sofa and moaning pleasurably while her severed head lapped at her pussy.

‘Hey Belinda.’ Astrid greeted her. ‘Don’t my tits look scrumptious!’

‘They certainly do my dear. I might just have to float right over and have a nibble. It’s lovely to see you both again soon. Sorry for my little deception last time we met. I do so enjoy getting to know new students outside of the institute. That’s Why I’ve been on a more or less permanent sabbatical since the turn of the last century. I see you’ve picked up telepathy Hugo. Miss Lightfoot I haven’t seen you for ages. Who’s your friend?’

Penny smiled. ‘Hi Belinda. It has been a while.’ She turned her head around so the redhead could see the juice smeared face.’

‘That’s quite a trick. I always said two heads are better than one.’ Belinda said grinning. ‘Looks like campus life can be fun after all.’

‘Well my tits are roasted, rested and ready to eat. Hugo, did you want to tell Belinda why you invited her before or after we eat them?’

‘Oo you didn’t just call me down to munch on those marvellous melons. I am intruiged. do tell please. I’m far too flighty to be kep in suspense.’ Belinda encouraged.

Hugo projected out his proposal. Stating simply that Penny’s demise was scheduled three hays hence and that her body was on offer for sharing should Belinda want to make use of it. He gave her a few other details to put the temporal situation into context without explicitly mentioning that her acquisition of the body was already destined to occur.

‘What a fabulous idea. You don’t mind sharing my dear?’ Belinda asked the brunette while projecting back to Hugo a clear message that the wool had in no way been pulled over her eyes (what with all the deliberately hidden thoughts in the room); but that the offer as ot stood looked fun, and she was more than willing to accept it.

‘Some how I see my body having quite a lot of fun while it’s attached to you.’ Penny said by way of explanation.

‘Great that’s all agreed. Now let’s get my tits eaten before they get cold.’ Astrid interrupted somewhat impatiently. ‘I didn’t just cook them for fun you know.

‘Really?’ Asked Belinda staring pointedly at the blonde’s sticky looking thighs.

‘Well okay so it was quite a bit of fun. But I still want them eaten while they’re hot. Bugger cutlery, just come over and take a bite.’ She said sitting herself on the table. ‘Belinda if you wouldn’t mind serving me?’

‘I’d be delighted my dear.’ Belinda replied, drifting over to bite off a succulent chunk of breast meat, roll it around in her mouth and then hover up to pass it back to Astrid in a French kiss.

‘Mmm I taste good.’ Said the blonde.

Penny left her head on the couch and walked over to take a bite she sat down on one of the chairs, slid a hand up Astrid’s thigh and leaned in to take a nibble from the underside of the blonde’s scrumptious looking bosom.

Hugo came in from the other side and greedily went straight for the nipple, chomping it off and savouring the delicious morsel before swallowing it. ‘Mmm have I mentioned I find you rather tasty?’ He complimented grinning to himself. Drawing a weary from his companions.

‘You’ve tried puns before dear. Please stick to magic in future.’ Belinda admonished.

‘What you mead he’s bitten off more than he can chew?’ Astrid suggested.

‘Oh dear Gods. Any more of this and I’ll lose my head.’ Belind said dryly.

Penny was to busy feasting to compete. They all set about devouring the beautiful blonde’s delicious chest.’

‘Uunh it feels so good when you bite into me. Penny could you rub me a little less discretely please.’ Astrid moaned.

It wasn’t long before there was a lot of rubbing going on. Penny’s extra head was brought over to give Astrid’s pussy some extra attention. Astrid was gripping Hugo’s cock and Belinda was sharing deep kisses with the one still attached to the body she was soon to take part ownership of. Everyone continued to take big greedy bites of the delicious meat on offer, tearing into Astrid’s big round melons, chewing chunks out of them, swallowing down her succulent flesh.

The beautiful blonde moaned and groaned as her tits were gradually consumed. The cooking process had firmed them up, so they maintained there perfect shape aside from the bites taken out of them. The deeper the bites the louder her groans until she collapsed back yet another blissful climax. Penny grabbed her head and set about grinding her face into her snatch. Hugo rammed his cock up Belinda’s neck stump and fucked the redhead furiously. His cock exited her mouth and he climbed onto the table and shoved what was sticking out into Astrid’s dripping pussy driving in and mashing the impaled redhead into the sexy blonde’s twat. He leaned down to tear off a strip of meat animalistically and then set about rutting the pair of beauties simultaneously. Astrid cried with delight as she was fucked, eaten out and eaten all at the same time. What remained of her half eaten tits bounced about as Hugo hammered her. She was loving the fabulous mix of sensations as Penny leaned over to hungrily devour some more of her succulent flesh. Belinda was sliming her tongue around Hugo’s cock, inside her pussy, while his magic todger ploughed her relentlessly. It was all too overNot long later Belinda arrived. She declined to knock on the door, as this would have involved head butting it, so simply opened it and floated in. She was greeted by the sight of the now naked Penny lying on the sofa and moaning pleasurably while her severed head lapped at her pussy.