Black Heart

I knew Agatha Harkness was not a good person. She was evil, through and through.

But I did not care, because somewhere in that blackened heart of Hers, She had taken a liking to me. I don't know if you could call it actual love or more of ownership, but I was Hers and I wouldn't want it any other way.

I was safe with Her, loved by Her in some kind of twisted, darkened way. She would burn down the world if something were to happen to me.

More than once She would take out all of her frustrations and anger on me, and I would undergo it all, like the good girl I was for Her. But I knew there was never any real danger for me. She would never let any real harm come to me.

I knew that from experience.

She had been in the neighborhood, lured in by another witch whose power she wanted to steal, when she heard it.

My screams, my cries, my desperate pleas for help.

I had failed the task that was bestowed upon me that evening: making dinner for my mother. I had burned the meat beyond saving forcing my mother to throw it away. Her response had been to grab my hand and forced it against the burning stove, effectively burning my skin.

I screamed out loud, an impossible pain going through my body. As the seconds passed by I could feel my skin started to blister and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

When she finally let go I stumbled back against the kitchen wall, and dropped down, holding my hand as it trembled while tears streamed over my face. I was too distracted by my pain to see my mother walking up to me once more, and only saw her boot when it hit me in the ribs.

The impact forced the air out of my lungs and I fell to my side, gasping for breath. As I looked up to the woman who gave birth to me, I could see her removing her belt and I knew what was going to happen next.

"Please… I can be good…" I whispered, meaning so many things with these words. I could stop being a lesbian. I could learn to cook. I could stop making mistakes. I could start getting straight A's.

But apparently for Agatha, hearing the exact same words she uttered to her mother so many years ago in vain, it touched a nerve and she decided to set stealing the witch her powers aside and intervene. 

She broke the kitchen window into a million pieces with a purple blast and walked in there with such power and darkness radiating off of her, and all I could do was watch in awe. Maybe a normal person would have felt scared, but all I felt was hope.

She walked up to my mother with a few elegant steps, who had backed away in fear and a smile crossed my lips when seeing that. I had never known my mother to be afraid of anything, her always being the abuser who was in control. I had a feeling that was about to change.

When her back pressed against the wall she was stuck, and Agatha knew it. She grabbed her by her throat and raised her in the air, with the help of purple smoke. Only the tips of her toes were still touching the floor.

"Mothers like you make me sick." The witch whispered. "You have the greatest gift in the palm of your hand and yet you treat it like dirt."

Her hands squeezed around her neck and I could see my mother having trouble breathing.

"Tell me, dear. Should she die?"

It took a moment for me to realize she was talking to me, but when I did I looked into her eyes and as she looked back I realized she was serious. This beautiful stranger was willing to kill my oppressor for me and all she needed was my confirmation.

I nodded. "Yes."

With a snap of her fingers my mother's neck broke like it was a twig and her lifeless body fell to the floor.

The witch cleaned her hands on her robe, stepped over her and walked to me, talking my injured hand in her own. Her other hand hovered over it and a Latin chant left her lips. It didn't take long before a purple glow started to cover my hand and when the glow faded, the burns were gone. I gasped in astonishment.

I looked her in her eyes, as if I could learn her identity that way. It's as if she knew what I was trying to do because a sly smile played at the corners of her mouth. "The name's Agatha Harkness dear, pleasure to meet you."

She took a step back, in the direction of the broken window and immediately I felt panic take over me. Not panic as in like 'how am I going to get a home' or 'how should I deal with the fact that there's a dead body in my house', but panic because I feared I was never going to see this beautiful being again.

"Take me with you." I said, voice sounding more confident than I was feeling.

Agatha stepped back, looked me in the eyes and grabbed my jaw with her hand, squeezing hard. I tried my best to suppress the moan trying to escape, but it appeared she had heard it because she smirked.

"You're mine now, pet."

I am sitting on the sofa, staring out the window. I am so lost in the memories of my parental home that I can't even feel Agatha's magic entering my thoughts. I know She doesn't want me to think back of that time, She doesn't allow it. But today is a bad day so I don't manage to steer my thoughts away by myself.

Of course Agatha knows how to put my mind on something else.

She walks in front of me and my attention snaps back to the present, my eyes focusing on the older witch. I recognize the glint in Her eyes and can't help the flutter I feel in my stomach.

"On your knees, pet." She orders in a stern voice, leaving no room for discussion.

As elegantly as possible, I glide off the sofa and kneel. I sit on my legs, hands behind my back, each arm clasped by the other. My gaze falls to Her bare feet, not daring to meet her eyes until She grants me permission. I know the rules, and I live to obey them.

The familiar burn of Agatha's magic wraps itself around my wrists and I know that purple binds are now holding them together, preventing them from moving. I take a deep breath and relish the soft pain, make it part of me.

That's when I feel Her finger under my chin, lifting it, forcing my eyes to meet hers. "I don't want to hear a word out of you, do you understand, pet?"

I nod immediately, determined not to fall into the trap the witch has clearly set for me. She grins, a look of pride spreading across her features. "Good girl. Now rise."

Still on my knees I rise up so that I'm no longer sitting on my legs. It takes a moment for me to find my balance with my hands being bound but Agatha waits. When she wants to, she can have the patience of a predator.

She snaps her fingers and instantly my clothes disappear, leaving me naked on the carpet. I can't help but shiver, always having been sensible to cold.

Agatha sees this and gives me a fake pout. "Are we cold now, little pet?"

I know I'm digging my own grave but not replying will only infuriate Her even more so I nod.

She hums and gently brushes the hair from my face, collecting it in one hand. Then without warning She pulls at it with all Her might, causing me to nearly fall back, wasn't it for Her other hand grabbing my throat and holding me upright.

"Maybe I should help you warm up then?" Letting go of my throat She is now holding me upright just by my hair and the pain shoots straight to my scalp.

Faster than I can comprehend, Her freed hand twists my nipple. A sharp sensation shoots through me and I have to bite my tongue not to yelp, but I know I'm not allowed. She slaps she same breast a couple of times and I can't help but revel in how delightful the pain feels. It makes me feel alive.

"Warm enough yet, pet?" Agatha asks sarcastically and I nod. "Good. Can't leave the other one hanging now though, can we?" After which She gives my other breast the same treatment.

I do my absolute best to stay still under Agatha's grip but it's hard when it feels so good.

Agatha lets go of my hair and part of it falls in front of my face, adding to the bewildered look I give Her. It's nothing compared to how worked up I feel inside. Her free hand traces my cheek and lands on my throat again, grabbing it with force.

"I control you, pet."

I can feel my breath being cut off by Her strong hand, but it's a feeling that intoxicates me. As seconds pass I start to feel light headed, but I don't fight it. I welcome it, trusting in Agatha completely. My limbs grow weak, and I slump back onto my butt, yet Agatha doesn't let go. She looks at me with her cold blue eyes and I look back as tears slip out of mine. Just as my vision begins to blur and I feel myself slipping away, She finally lets go, allowing me to gulp in the much-needed air.

"Good girl." She says as She pets my hair.

The praise sends a shiver down my spine and I can feel myself get even wetter than I already had gotten by her rough treatment.

She pulls me against her chest and as I lean against Her I take in her smell. It's lavender and something else, something that's entirely Agatha. It's home.

"Up." She commands and I do as She says.

My knees complain but I ignore them, instead focusing on Agatha Her hand toying with my breasts. She moves further down, via my stomach, until She reaches the place I need Her the most. My breath hitches in my throat when She goes with a finger through my folds, and holds it in front of my mouth. I understand the order without Her having to voice it and I open my lips. She puts her finger in my mouth and immediately I suck it clean. My tongue traces Her digit and I can see Her pupils dilate.

With a plop She pulls back and without any warning She inserts two fingers inside of me. She hits all of the right spots at a relentless tempo. I can feel my own wetness dripping down Agatha's fingers and it drives me crazy. I do my absolute best to prevent it but it feels so good, a moan slips through my lips.

Immediately the witch stops and I know I made a mistake and I'm going to pay for it. The fingers that were still inside of me a moment ago slap me in my face and I can feel my cheek start to burn from the sting.

Her nails dig in my chin as she forces me to look Her in the eyes, and I can see a rage burning behind them. She's pissed.

"I told you. To keep. Quiet. Pet." Every word makes Her nails dig deeper into my skin and I try my best to prevent a whimper from escaping. Her free hand hovers over my mouth and a Latin chant escapes Her lips. I recognize the sensation that follows because it's not the first time Agatha has used this spell on me. My voice is locked inside my throat, no longer capable of coming out.

She wanted me to be quiet and now I am, no longer capable of producing any form of sound. I open and close my mouth, causing her to give me a wicked grin.

"Problem solved."

She grabs my hair and pulls me toward the other sofa on the opposite side of the living room. My knees scrape against the carpet, and if I could make a sound, I would probably scream, the burn too intense to ignore. I know this will leave its marks, and I can feel Agatha's anger in every painful tug, Her way of punishing me for disobeying Her orders.

She sits down on the sofa and with a snap of Her fingers her clothes are gone. She opens Her legs wide and I can see how wet She is. With a move of Her finger She urges me closer and I shuffle forward until I'm sitting on my knees between Her legs, waiting for my next order.

She lays back and closes Her eyes. Teasingly She wets Her fingers with Her tongue and goes all the way down to Her folds, inserting two fingers painfully slow. She knows I am watching, desperate for not being allowed to touch Her. Her free hand goes to play with Her breast, rolling its nipple between Her fingers.

A moan leaves Her lips as she enhances the tempo, rolling Her hips to meet Her trusts. I can see Her slickness sticking to Her fingers, can smell Her arousal and it drives me crazy. But I behave, being the good girl She trained me to be. So I sit there, hands bound behind my back, stripped of my voice, and wait.

I don't know how much time passes like this, but after a while Agatha opens her eyes and removes Her fingers. She sits up and beckons me forward and I'm eager to do as She says. I shuffle as close to Her as possible, without actually touching Her. Doing so without permission will get me in trouble. She wipes Her fingers on my face and I feel Her slickness stick on my cheek.

She then gathers my hair and with Her eyes fixated on me, She pulls me closer, forcing my lips to make contact with Her folds. If I could moan I would, the taste of Agatha Harkness being absolutely delicious. I extend my tongue and explore Her. Knowing Her body it doesn't take long before I find the little knob which I know will drive Her crazy, and I place my lips around it, sucking softly.

Agatha digs her nails in my scalp and a moan leaves Her lips, confirming that I hit the right spot. Keeping my lips in the same place I trace my tongue over it, and I can feel Agatha bucking her hips against my face.

It doesn't take long before I can feel Her taking control in Her own hands, moving Her body over my face in the rhythm She wants. She grinds down on my mouth, using me for Her own pleasure and I love it. I'm getting trouble breathing but I don't care, if this is the way I go I'll go as a happy woman.

I can feel Agatha become undone on top of me, a whimper leaving Her mouth, and I drink it all up, not wasting any bit. She shakes as the after wave of Her orgasm goes through Her and I wait. I know She does not want me to touch Her when this happens.

When She opens her eyes to look at me there is barely any blue visible anymore. She places her index finger on my lip and I can feel my speech return. "Good girl."

I feel a shiver run down my spine hearing the praise. "I think you deserve a reward."

My eyes grow wide, I did not expect this. Very often the session would stop after Agatha was satisfied, something I had learned to live with and to even find pleasure in. With a wave of Her hand a purple strap on is attached to Her hips. It's fairly long but mostly thick, and I know I'm going to have trouble making it fit.

"Come, pet." She purrs and taps Her leg. I try my best to stand up but it's quite the challenge with my hands still being bound and Agatha notices it. With a snap the purple binds are gone and immediately I get to my feet.

I sit down on Her, my hands finding balance while holding the head of the sofa, and She positions me so that the tip of the strap on is aligned directly above my entrance. Both of Her hands hold my hips, making it clear that She is control. Then, slowly She pushes me down.

The strap on stretches me open painfully, and it takes all my might to suppress the moan that wants to leave my lips. Agatha notices this and smiles. "You can make sounds, pet. You're allowed."

Relief washes over me, because the deeper the strap on gets pushed inside of me, the more pain gets mixed with pleasure. A sinful sound leaves my lips when it's fully inside of me and She gives me a moment to adjust.

Then, slowly, She begins to move Her hips. It doesn't take long before the pain starts to go away and pleasure is all that I feel.

"Talk to me, pet. How does it feel?" She demands.

"It stretches me so good, Mistress." I whisper, moving in synch with Her. Before long Agatha raises the tempo, and I can feel my slick running down my leg. She's hitting all of the right spots deep inside of me and it feels like I'm going crazy. Moan after moan leaves my lips until it's basically just a long string of sounds.

I can feel my orgasm approaching rapidly and I try to communicate this to Her.

"M-m-mistress..."

"Yes?" She raises her eyebrow cockily, not slowing down the pace.

"Can I... can I please... c-come..." The words leave my lips in a mess of words, and I have to concentrate with all my might to make them sound understandable.

One of Her hands moves to my face, brushing away the hair that's fallen in front of my eyes. She looks at me, pretending to be deep in thought, while at the same time still pounding into me relentlessly.

I could feel the familiar coil in my stomach getting more intense, but I would keep it bay for as long as needed without permission.

"Yes. But I want you to scream my name. Say you belong to me."

As soon as She says the words I become undone, it feels like the entire world explodes around me. Pleasure hits me like a wave and tears leave my eyes.

"Agatha Harkness!" I scream. "I'm yours, Agatha!"

She fucks me through the after waves of my orgasm and little spasms rip through my body. When it's all over, I collapse against Her chest, and all of my muscles go limp. The strap on disappears and Agatha places Her hand against my cheek, looking into my eyes.

It's clear She's searching for something, and this time I do feel Her trying to enter my thoughts. I let Her, I would never refuse Her entrance. But the only thing She finds is Her. Her presence, Her touch, Her essence. My parental home is nowhere on my mind anymore.

With a smile, She pulls back and gives me a kiss on my tear-streaked cheeks.

"I've got you, pet."

I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master

I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters

I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster

'Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster