This choice: Jesse:16 Puerto Rican girl, long brown hair. Good looking, athletic, curvaceous • Go Back...Chapter #4The Witch makes a delicious catch by: californasun   Jesse was a gorgeous sixteen year old teenage latina. Her family could most trace their heritage back to puerto rico with some of the family tree being traced back to Mexico. She was average height with an athletic body and long brown hair that fell past her shoulders. Her skin was a beautiful latina brown tone and her chest was average but decent.
She was generally kind and sweet if often sarcastic. Right now she had her hair tied into a pony tail and was wearing a pair of blue jeans and plaid collard shirt over a pink tank top. She had had a long day at high school and was walking home. She had recently discovered a dirt road through the forest by her school. She was enjoying her walk when she saw a smaller trail peel off, figuring she had nothing better to do she followed it. Walking deeper into the woods she saw a medium sized- cabin she guessed she could call it along with an elderly woman carrying groceries into her house.
“Need some help ma’am?” Jesse asked kindly. She looked at the woman, she was very old, not in an haggish sort of way just- old. She had pale skin with a face that was covered in wrinkles. She smiled and looked at Jesse up and down.
“Thank you, that's such a nice thing thing to do.” Jesse beamed a perfect smile as she took the groceries inside for the old woman. The inside of her house was- anachronistic. There was a large fire pit in what seemed was the middle of the kitchen along with a huge black cauldron, but right by it was a very modern dishwasher and sink. Then the living room had an old t.v from what looked like the nineties with modern looking furniture, all in the middle of a room with walls that seemed like it was from colonial times.
“It is a bit old fashioned I know my dear.” The Old Woman said as they entered the house.
“It looks perfectly nice ma’am” Jesse said dropping the groceries on the counter, looking inside she saw plenty of vegetables, broths, duct tape and spices.
“Would you like to stay a bit?” The old lady asked. “I would love to make you lunch.” The old lady had a grin, she still had all her teeth, and they were fairly white, but for some reason it made Jesse feel uneasy. Still she didn't have to leave just yet.
“Well I don't have to be home until six ma'am, so I guess I could stay a little bit.” The woman smiled as the sixteen year old sat down on the couch and turned on the old t.v. There were some good channels and she enjoyed ESPN and Mythbusters. About an hour later the old woman came with a tray of food, mostly small sandwiches and chips.
“Thank you ma'am, its delicious.” Jesse said smiling. She had taken off her plaid collard shirt and was laying in her pink tank top.
“A delicious snack for a delicious girl.” Jesse laughed awkwardly. “Are you thirsty young lady, I can get you a drink, what is it you kids drink these days.... I can't remember I'm sure a cola will still suffice for this generation.”
“Yes ma'am it will.” Jesse said nodding.
“I didn't get you name.” The woman said pouring some coca cola into a glass.
“Jesse.” She replied as the woman came back over. The woman came back and put the glass on a small table by Jesse. She looked down at the teenage Puerto Rican and smiled. Here tank top and rolled up slightly revealing about two inches of her very soft and very smooth midsection. “Tickle tickle,” the old woman said as she grazed her long hard fingernails over Jesse's sexy skin.
Jesse instantly balled up and started to giggle. “Hahaha, hey, I'm ticklish!” She said. She giggled for a moment after the woman stopped and sat down by her legs.
“You don't seem to mind it.” The woman said in a sweet old lady tone.
“Yes I do!” Jesse said indignantly. She wasn't lying or being entirely truthful, she had a love-hate relationship with tickling.
“Are you sure?” The old woman asked putting a bony hand on the middle of her tank top and sitting on her shins. Jesse couldn't reply she just gulped. “Are you sure.” The woman asked as she grabbed the edges of her pink tank top, Jesse bit her lip and tried to slowly nod. The woman started to slowly roll up her pink tank top. Her luscious brown skin could be seen, first her waist was slowly revealed before moving onto her deep round navel. Jesse breathed harder as she felt the warm air of the house on her exposed midriff as it was revealed as her tank top continued to be rolled up. The woman kept rolling topping just as the bottom of her blue bra was exposed, here ribs were exposed along with the rest of her midsection.
“My my, your boyfriend must be a lucky one.” The woman said with a grin.
“I don’t- have one.” She said with a hurt tone as she remembered that betrayal.
“Sorry to assume.” The woman said. She took a single fingernail and ran it around her right side. Her beautiful brown belly was so soft, so smooth with just the right amount of tone to it. It convulsed as Jesse laughed and tried to pull down her arms. The old woman with surprising, possibly amazing strength grabbed her wrists and held them by her head as she used her right hand to spider tickle Jesse's stomach.
“Oh-gah-ahahahaha-ple-haha!” Jesse screamed as she felt her the long nails scratching her sexy tummy. “Pleas-ahahahaha-ohmy.” She tried to twist but her legs were firmly held under the woman's legs as her ribs were squeezed along with her sides. She felt tears forming. Then the woman took her index finger and stuck it into her bellybutton. “Ohgod-hahahaha-that-ti-haha!” She kept squirming.
“My my Bonita, you look so delicious squirming like that. I would love to own you.” She grinned. She then started to spider tickled Jesse's entire midriff again.
“OHGODPLEASEMERCY!” Jesse pleaded, the woman continued on for a few more seconds then stopped. She watched Jesse's sexy tummy rise and fall as Jesse took deep breaths. “I'm thirsty.” She said winded. The woman nodded.
“Her you go Jesse.” The woman said as she handed Jesse her cola. It tasted very sweet. Jesse was tired and really want to sleep.
“Young people usually don't get along with me so well.” The old woman said.
“Why?” Asked Jesse yawning.
“Because I'm a witch. And I must say you look very tasty.” Jesse chuckled.
“Sure you are.” She said her eyelids drooping.
“Oh I am.” The woman said. “I've been tickling and eating teenagers like you since 1618.”
“Really? What's your name then.” Jesse asked her eyes closing.
“For you- master.” Jesse barely heard that as she drifted off to sleep, she could of swore she felt a tongue run along her belly.
When she awoke she felt chilly and tired. She open her eyes and gasped. She looked around, she was secured in chains that connected to the walls in what looked like a dungeon. She felt chilly because she had been striped to her lingerie. She looked around trying to break from her restrains but found that there was no wiggle room. Suddenly a heavy door opened at the top of the stairs and the old woman came down.
“What the hell is going on!?” She yelled at the old woman who was now wearing a black robe.
“What the hell is going on master.” The woman said snapping her fingers, making fire appear in her hands, she held it up to Jesse's gut, making her suck in her gut.
“Master!” She said quickly, and the fire disappeared. '
“I'll cut to the chase.” The woman said. “I'm really a witch, have been for centuries. I'm what you could call a chaotic evil, or perhaps neutral. You see I love teenagers, so ticklish- and tasty.”
Jesse whimper.
“Yep I'm going to cook and eat you many times, digest you alive slowly and painfully as well. However I'm not in the business of killing people. I'll always bring you back.”
“How?” Jesse said so scared she was crying.
“I'm a witch.” She said simply. “I'm also going to tickle you a lot. You are my slave, a source of entertainment and food, you will call me master if you want to get through this with somewhat easy.”
“Yes master.” Jesse said quickly.
“Good. Now I'm a somewhat cruel master but also heartfelt and understanding, I contradict myself a lot.” She said this rubbing Jesse's smooth tummy and thighs. “You're my slave for an amount of time that I haven't determined yet, though it might be shorter if you behave. Though you can resist if you want, that's also fun.”
“My family will be very worried.” Jesse said.
“Oh about that.” The woman said holding up a pack of dust. She took a handful and blew it which spun in a tornado which- when vanished revealed- Jesse.
“This is your dust clone. She'll act just like you and be you until I decide to give you back your freedom. Then shell be absorbed by you and you'll get all the knowledge and memories you might of missed.” She waved her hand and with a nod the other Jesse disappeared.
“Now lets start.” She said taking her chains of the wall. Jesse's arm was was bound at the elbow and wrist in steel clamps tightly behind her back but she could now move her feet.
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