Free Witch Hunter by Willow Sears Page A

and were copying down the witch’s words. They had the herbs and leaves on their desks, and were examining them, drawing them so that they could later identify them as well as their properties. Mimi’s desk was empty except for a blank sheet of paper and a pencil. The girl next to her was speaking and passing over a sprig of sweet-smelling herb. Mimi couldn’t quite hear the words yet through her cloth ears.
    Now, as the class continued writing their notes, they were being called up one by one. For the first time Mimi realised the girls were dressed identically, in black tracksuit bottoms and red T-shirts. It had to be a dream. Each girl stood before the witch and pulled her top up so that her belly paunch could be inspected and prodded. Then they would pull down their tracksuits to expose a bottom confined within a pair of tight black cotton short-style knickers, and the witch would measure them at the fullest part. Finally she would check the firmness of the hips and give her one-word verdict.
    ‘Elixir,’ she was saying, and the latest just-scrutinised girl was turning with an elated smile and skipping away to her desk. Her hearing was returning to Mimi now and she realised the girl at the next desk was still talking to her, still passing the herbs over for Mimi to memorise.
    ‘You have to do the recipe,’ the girl said. ‘It’s to make your boyfriend’s balls grow bigger and shoot ten times harder.’
    The joyful thought of this was visible in the girl’s bright eyes. Mimi had thought the
cōleī
Morgana had spoken of was some kind of muscle, but it appeared to mean the testes. A potion to make your boyfriend ejaculate ten times harder – that’s what she was meant to be learning.
    ‘How does that help you get slim?’ she said, suddenly incredulous again, more herself, the only sane one amongst the madness.
    ‘You can lose weight through Increased Carnal Proclivities,’ said the girl. ‘And if your boyfriend ingests the potion and you ingest his seed, it makes your magic stronger too. All the male slaves have to drink the potion. Anyway, we don’t have to be
slim
, we have to be
just right.
Some even need fattening up. Priestess Morgana will decide.’
    ‘Elixir,’ Morgana again announced, and the latest just-measured girl turned around, beaming her excitement.
    It was all too much for Mimi. The questions were buzzing around her befuddled head, all jostling to be the most imperative.
    ‘What slaves?’ she asked, and received a look in return that suggested she was more than stupid.
    ‘Our Lord Bacchus provides us with male slaves, as is the custom. Rumour has it they are all really
fit
.’
    The girl was giggling again now, her eyes alive with the thought of these good-looking slaves. ‘He gets them from round here but they are all totally buff. They are kept on the other side of the estate but when you are trained and ready you can have them as many times as you like. You’ve got a really nice bum, by the way. Can I lick you when we get to playtime?’
    ‘Elixir!’ Morgana proclaimed once more from the background, and another girl smilingly returned to her desk.
    Mimi’s head was now close to spontaneously combusting. So many questions yet no clue where best to start. She could only manage a small nod in reply to the other girl’s request. It had been so simply put, as if she had merely asked to borrow a pencil. The thought of being taken by this pretty thing amid some kind of public ceremony was threatening to make Mimi dissolve. The situation was now way beyond surreal.
    ‘Who is your Lord?’ she finally managed to say, but in her head this girl was already behind her, and her jeans were coming down.
    ‘I’ve not seen him yet because I’m too new,’ said the girl with a shrug. ‘But some here have and they say he’s got the best thingy in the world. They say he comes so hard you can feel it burst in your belly. When we are trained we might get to have him
inside
us, not just in our